Time silently slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
Jiang Shouzhong's time spent practicing his fist exceeded the predictions of Shi Luoxia and the others.
Originally, the elder had been somewhat worried and wanted to enter the cave dwelling to check on the situation, but before he even reached the entrance, he was repelled by a blast of cold air.
Obviously, Dugu Luoxue did not allow anyone to enter.
Such domineering behavior greatly angered Yan Xishi, who cursed loudly at the door.
Unfortunately, the other party ignored her, and in the end, she could only give up in resentment.
And the huge cloud fist that had gathered above Huoyun Mountain became increasingly fiery red, turning into a remarkable spectacle.
The elder stroked his beard and lamented,
"According to the ancient records of our sect, after our second-generation ancestor achieved great accomplishment in fist art, a fiery fist called the Sky Burning Fist always hovered above Huoyun Mountain.