At this very moment, the enormous Stone Fist was hurtling towards Tang Zhong with destructive force.
Descending from the sky with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, if struck by it, one would instantly be flattened into a pancake.
The wild wind was blowing as Blood Hand sneered with a hideous laugh, "Come on, I want to see how you're going to chop off my head, otherwise, just enjoy the big meal I've prepared for you!"
For many years, Blood Hand had dominated overseas with his absolute strength; no one had ever dared to speak to him in such a manner before.
Chop off his head? As if they were even capable of such a feat.
The enormous stone fist descended from the sky.
"Die!" Blood Hand roared violently.
Tang Zhong thrust his Tang Sword forth with a surge of Blood Power, facing the Stone Fist directly and stabbing upwards.
Even before making contact, the clash of power erupted with a booming sound, vibrating the very air.
