"Is it the true Eight Extremes Sky-Burning Fist?"
Tu Danalie's eyes sparkled with urgency as he asked.
Jiang Shouzhong nodded: "Indeed."
"Hit me!"
"What?"
"Hit this old man with a punch," Tu Danalie said in a deep voice.
Jiang Shouzhong almost thought he heard wrong, looking at the other's imprisoned and battered appearance with a strange gaze: "Senior, are you sure you've lived long enough? With my punch, there might not even be a complete corpse left."
"Cut the nonsense, hit!"
Tu Danalie fixed his gaze on him. "If you don't hit, I won't tell you where the exit is."
Hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong didn't hold back.
He channeled his power, hot waves coursing through his arm, and delivered a fierce punch to Tu Danalie's abdomen.
Boom——
The scalding red fist landed on the opponent's abdomen, restrained by a mysterious power, as if hitting cotton.
