C820 Great Compassion

The middle-aged man's punch was explosive, the force of his fist fierce enough to shatter stone monuments. Ye Tian let out a cold snort and countered with his right fist. As their fists collided, a sharp crack resounded. Ye Tian's fist remained unscathed, while the middle-aged man's fist dissipated into a cloud of blood mist that spread everywhere