303 Evil Spirit

"Just this?"

Fang Zhixing, with a disdainful expression, took a step forward, closed the distance to the young girl, and delivered another Demon Blood Vajra Palm.

The horrendous and crazy power of the palm exploded out, charging straight through like tidal waves lifting, sweeping everything in its path.

Immediately!

Crack, crack, crack~

The sound of fracturing roared loud!

This magnificent castle could no longer hold, it collapsed dismantling, toppling down.

It was as if the earth and mountains were shaking!

In the chaos, the Black Demon Palm was unstoppable, shooting straight forward.

The little girl had just stabilized herself when she hurriedly raised her arms in front of her.

Boom, crack!

The overwhelming palm force was unstoppable, solidly smashing through, sending the little girl flying, crashing through the wall.

Two arms as white as porcelain, burst in mid-air, shattered, dispersing.

Fang Zhixing, his clothes fluttering, landed gracefully.