"Take my punch..."
Yang Xiong rushed forward and fiercely punched towards his opponent's chin.
Because Da Ye had transformed into a giant over two and a half meters tall, attacking his nose was inconvenient.
He could only aim for the chin.
"You're courting death..."
Da Ye sneered and shouted, swinging his fist with all his might.
"Bang..."
Their fists collided with a loud sound.
Both of them staggered back several steps.
Clearly, their strength was about equal.
"Oh... China actually has such a genius? Only at the Initial Liquid Realm and already possessing such terrifying strength?" Love expressed surprise, his face showing disbelief.
However, he was not worried at all.
The Penglai Immortal Fist was terrifyingly powerful, capable of breaking an opponent's bones with just a few punches.
"Kid, I'm going to break your hand."
Da Ye was also furious and aggrieved. This young-looking teenager actually possessed such a formidable Divine Power Ability?
