When Yang Fei was speaking, Fang Jun had already summoned his energy three times, hoping to intimidate Yang Fei.
However, no matter how hard Fang Jun tried, Yang Fei's palm seemed to suddenly lack bones.
Fang Jun exerted all his strength to no avail; his hand was soft and weak, and his face remained calm as if oblivious to what was happening.
Fang Jun's face turned pale with shock.
Fang Jun was an expert in the Iron Sand Palm technique.
With a single strike, he could shatter twelve green bricks.
When he practiced, he played with iron sand and ground glass shards as if they were mere toys.
But now, Fang Jun's Iron Sand Palm was completely ineffective.
The force he emitted disappeared silently as if a stone dropped into the ocean, leaving no trace.
Suddenly, a burst of Dark Force shot out from between Yang Fei's tiger's mouth, like needles spraying forth in an angry surge.
In an instant, Fang Jun's palm felt like it had grasped a cactus.
