Ranking

"It will be a joy to kill a young peerless genius like you!" Sun Yan licked his lips, a hint of madness in his eyes. "Brat, blame your own bitter fate!"

A brand-new, perfection-stage martial artist, and one so young, was about to be defeated, even killed by him. How was his fate not bitter?

"You speak too much nonsense!"

Fang Yuan glanced at the surroundings before he suddenly advanced and lightly sent out a palm attack.

Once the palm reached midair, it suddenly changed into two, then into four, then into eight… Hands eclipsed the sky, each carrying incredible cold force, causing the surroundings to turn into a world of ice and snow in an instant.

"The Floating Flower Flying Catkin Palm of the Noble Mountain Sect? It has such incredible power?"

Sun Yan was shocked and kept falling back. "Poison Fire Demon Art!"

Whoosh!