Lu Sanyuan felt a chill inside. He still carried quite a few reservations against Yun Jianyue’s Crescent Ring. With a roar, his aura erupted powerfully. As he sent a fist crashing down on the Crescent Ring, he looked like a giant.3

He, Lu Sanyuan, had already dominated the world of warriors with his strength for many years and never relied on any divine weapons to do so. What he had the most confidence in were none other than his own fists. In his opinion, all weapons were external things. They would never be as convenient to use as one's own body.3

Even though he was an infamous rebel leader, so strictly speaking, he and Zhao Han were arch-enemies, that had been one way in which he actually admired Zhao Han; after all, Zhao Han hadn’t used weapons either. He had only used his palms to make the entire world his.13

In the time it took sparks to fly off a flint, his fist struck the side of the Crescent Ring. Whether in terms of power or angle, he expected it would be enough to send the weapon flying, thus making Yun Jianyue lose control of it. In his mind, he would use the instant when Yun Jianyue lost control of her weapon to rush forward and seize the initiative. Then, she wouldn’t be able to reverse the situation anymore.0

In just that moment, he had already thought of sixty...0