The bright moon descends in the east.
The night is thick and heavy.
On the square of the Five Sword Sect.
At this moment, the sound of clashing blades and shouts fill the air.
The Supreme Elder of the Five Sword Sect saw Jiang Ning's fist explode with five-colored brilliance, and his scalp immediately went numb, his body tingling all over.
What he saw was not just a fist, but a gigantic wheel eclipsing the sky, descending upon him.
And under this wheel, his body was suppressed, unable to move, as if mired in a swamp.
"Break—"
With a cry from his heart, he broke through the oppression from the Fist Intent.
He shouted loudly, eyes wide with rage, silver hair dancing wildly, showcasing madness.
The outstretched palm, fingers spread like tendons, forcibly lengthened an inch. Reaching the limit, it suddenly pulled back, transforming into a fist with fingers clenched together.
Boom—
In an instant, when fist met fist, a booming sound was heard.
