Beneath the black night, a flash of golden light.
Ximen Cuo's body emitted a golden glow as he executed the Golden Corpse King Fist to an extent that even Yan Wushuang hadn't anticipated.
After only a few dozen moves, Yan Wushuang found herself struggling to cope, with cold sweat pouring down her back.
Half of her face was now covered with dense, fierce blood vessels, a gruesome sight. It was a sign that she had pushed the Jialan Fan Hand to its limit, and was even starting to suppress the anomaly within a Grandmaster's body!
In other words, this woman had started fighting with desperation.
No, not just with desperation, but with a reckless abandon akin to risking one's own life!
'Is the gap between an ordinary Grandmaster and an Earth List Master this wide... No, if this is Ximen Cuo's true martial prowess, he could even make a push for the top forty of the Earth List...'
Yan Wushuang gasped for breath and couldn't help but glance at the other two battlefields.
