At this moment, Feng Zhi gained a deeper understanding of the words 'Human Race Sun'.
Mu Wuyang didn't care what Feng Zhi thought. He slightly twisted his wrist and suddenly exerted force with his feet.
Behind him, the Sun's Crown shone brilliantly. As his fist descended, it was blessed by the great sun, and the scorching sunlight continuously tore apart the fierce wind summoned by Feng Zhi.
His fists were heavy, the power was strong, and the sunlight even hotter, almost instantly suppressing Feng Zhi.
Mu Wuyang clasped his hands together like a hammer, the sunlight surged, and sunfire roared. The True Intent of Martial Arts behind him erupted with an unimaginable terrifying temperature.
His physical strength was nearly exhausted, and the True Qi within him was slightly turbulent. However, in such a situation, his understanding of his own True Intent of Martial Arts deepened even more.
