“Silver Moon, Southern Fist, He Yong!” He Yong brayed with laughter when he came to a decision. “The martial world stems from Silver Moon and of martial masters that employ the fist, Southern Fist is the greatest!0

“The world quakes!” His determined yell echoed through the area and countless meridians shattered in his body. An immense strength erupted, alongside several dozen city annihilation missiles.0

He Yong sent the Gold Armor in front of him flying with a tremendous punch and dashed forward, hugging the enemy tightly. “Who says New Martial is invincible?” he hooted with mirth. “Silver Moon is invincible!”2

Boom!0

An earth-shattering explosion ripped through the air. Mind-boggling force ripped the armor apart and revealed the golden body beneath the equipment. That, too, was ripped apart!0

“Piss off!” The Immortal-level cultivator was highly alarmed and sought to punch the annoying weakling, but his fist was already blown to smithereens.0

He Yong forced open more dao meridians at the last possible second and threw all...0