Facing the punch from Jian Xu.
In Zhou Yu's eyes, a barely noticeable strange color flashed.
He immediately activated his True Yuan, throwing a punch to meet it.
Bam!
Their fist forces clashed instantly.
Accompanied by a violent spatial fluctuation, Zhou Yu directly spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.
In contrast, Jian Xu's expression remained unchanged, without taking a step back.
Seeing Zhou Yu being blasted away, a sinister smile appeared on Jian Xu's face.
"The strongest in the Dark Clan is undoubtedly the Demon Body."
"Do you think you have the right to go head-to-head with me?"
From the previous exchanges, Jian Xu had already discerned that Zhou Yu's most formidable technique was just the Power Of Thunder.
However, Zhou Yu's cultivation realm was too low, and this Power Of Thunder no longer posed much of a threat to him.
In his view, Zhou Yu was out of tricks, and it was only a matter of time before he died.
