Just as Han Wuyang rushed to Xia Feng's side, a shadow suddenly appeared where Xia Feng had originally stood.
The speed of this shadow was so fast that even Han Wuyang couldn't see it clearly.
"What the hell..."
Han Wuyang was stunned, blurting out instinctively.
This is obviously wrong, how can his Yellow Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign speed escape his sight?
Before Han Wuyang could react, Xia Feng had already moved instantly behind him.
A powerful and heavy palm strike suddenly struck down on his back, leaving no time for Han Wuyang to turn back, his eyes full of shock and fear.
The palm strike, as fierce as a tiger, smashed into Han Wuyang's back, churning his internal organs and causing two globes to bulge!
"Nine Yang Martial Sovereign!"
Having landed a successful hit, the Rizhao Empire's Martial Sovereign could not help but stand up, crying out mournfully to Han Wuyang.
