C157 Raging Fighting Spirit

The fighting spirit in his eyes burned crazily. It had already formed a world of fire. The desire to fight made Mu Tian's blood boil as it flowed endlessly at an extremely fast speed.

"Nine Revolutions Tyrant Body Fist."

Mu Tian let out a soft shout and punched towards the golden dragon in front of him.

"Pa, pa, pa, pa ~ ~ ~"

The fist spun four times in the air