C30 Fist Blast

Before his voice fell, He Yuan's omnipresent figure had become even more illusory. Now, it was even countless times more difficult to distinguish his figure compared to before.

However, there was an obvious change. That was, more and more images appeared around Gao Peng. However, because of the speed of the images, only a fleeting shadow could be seen.

However, a faint smile slowly formed on the corner of Gao Peng's mouth, and his feet slowly floated upwards as seven shining stars appeared below his feet.

When he took a step forward, his entire person had disappeared, and what replaced him were seven shining stars. At the same time, He Yuan's silhouette also disappeared without a trace.

"No ?" No... "Impossible!"

"Just what footwork is this?"

In the next second, He Yuan's terrified voice came out, at the same time, he was a little flustered.

He had never thought that there would be such a profound footwork that completely suppressed him, leaving him with no place to hide. The seven shining stars were like gods, shining down on top of his head.

"A footwork that can kill you."

"With your trashy footwork, it can even make you feel vain. Now, I'll let you know what real footwork is!"

Seven stars floated at the same time, and locked onto He Yuan in an instant. At the same time, He Yuan's figure had already appeared.

A sense of impending doom suddenly appeared in He Yuan's mind. He instinctively took a step back due to the premonition of death.

However, the crisis of death had yet to be resolved.

A huge fist shadow enveloped him, and before he could react, it had already hit his body.

BOOM!

No! I can't die!

How could I die in his hands when I'm still a hairless brat!?

The moment the fist landed on his body, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. However, in the end, he was still unable to get rid of the fist.

Boom! *

With a loud noise, He Yuan exploded like a firework. Blood splattered everywhere, and it was as if a rain of blood had rained down from the sky.

At the same time, the surrounding crowd of spectators were all dumbstruck.

Was this a dream? A Patriarch of the Grade Nine Martial Grand Master had actually been smashed apart by a single punch of someone else. How could this not be a dream?

It was not only the onlookers, but also everyone from the three great families. They were the ones who understood the strength of their respective patriarchs the best. However, they were on the same level, so their strength was definitely not inferior.

However ? But they had all personally witnessed the entire process of He Yuan being insta-killed.

The impact of this scene was simply too great. They couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

Drops after droplets of blood fell on their bodies, as if there was nothing to be heard. Everyone was still in a dumbstruck state, except for the sound of dripping blood, which could be heard at the drop of a needle.

After a while, everyone slowly came back to their senses. However, they were still in a state of shock.

"Oh my god!" What did I see? A Patriarch, an expert with Grade Nine Martial Grand Master was so easily destroyed, this ? "This ?"

"This must be an illusion, absolutely impossible!"

"We might be dreaming. How could this happen? It must be an illusion!"

Even though everyone had regained some of their wits, their ability to organize their words was illogical. After all, the scene before them had a huge impact on them.

For a time, it was difficult to calm down. Almost everyone was unable to suppress their chaotic thoughts.