With this punch thrown, its momentum unstoppable, shattering all in its path.
Lu Ya, however, did not even stand up. He simply pulled a red-hot piece of firewood from the fire, blew on it in front of him, and a sea of flames surged forth with the wind of the fist, rushing towards Ju Yang Perfected.
Ju Yang Perfected continued with the same punch, not retreating an inch.
The fist cut through the flames, but behind the firelight Lu Ya's figure was nowhere to be seen.
The rising fire dragon scorched his hair and eyebrows clean off, and the burns on his body swiftly healed under the effect of the Yin Yang Qi, but his burnt hair did not immediately regenerate.
Ju Yang Perfected, with a completely blackened bald head, slowly turned his towering frame around.
Lu Ya was right behind him, just three feet away.
"What a domineering punch. With the strength of your Taiyi Golden Immortal Early Stage, it's quite remarkable. So, I've given you a chance to strike, how about we stop here?"
