C1012 Hegemonic

King Taishan's fist pounced straight at him, killing intent locked onto him in an instant. In a panic, Taoist Qingsoong's hand displayed the horsetail whisk, and a golden light appeared to block King Taishan's fist, attempting to block it.

"Bam!" With a crisp sound, Taoist Qingsoong was sent flying. He was not a match for the King Taishan himself, let alone fighting in a hurry