In the distance, Hui Long was observing the situation on the field from afar. He was surprised that this boy was not only terrifyingly fast but also incredibly powerful. Even Third Brother's Xuanwu Intent Fist was no match for him. It seemed the deaths of the Hundred-eyed Woman and Chang Hu were not without reason.
Moreover, that three-headed dog clearly had the aura of the Demon Clan, but it wasn't pure. There was also a mix of Yinming energy within, as if two forces were fused together, making Hui Long puzzled.
As Hui Long concentrated, Ming Wu's fist intent had already taken shape.
"Moo—"
A heavy and authoritative sound was heard from Ming Wu's fist, forming a dark green shadow of Xuanwu, exuding a terrifying might, rushing toward Ye Guichen like a bamboo splitting.
"Boy, dying under my Xuanwu Intent Fist is your honor!" Ming Wu said viciously.
