Mo Qi didn't dare to underestimate Zhang Cheng.
The Purity Realm and the Refining God Realm were two entirely different concepts. He wasn't sure if he could defeat Zhang Cheng.
Moreover, his opponent was the son of the Wolf Fang Sect's Sect Leader. His trump cards and techniques were surely endless.
The finger Zhang Cheng pointed out magnified infinitely in midair, transforming into a beam of golden light that shot toward him.
Mo Qi quickly raised his stick to block.
CLANG!
The Fire Stick and the golden light collided, producing a deafening metallic clang.
Immense power traveled through the Fire Stick into Mo Qi's hands, rattling the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers until they went numb and forcing him back several steps.
Zhang Cheng, in contrast, was expressionless, his hands clasped behind his back, completely unmoved.
