"Who goes there, come out?"
Zhong Lin's face suddenly turned cold, and he fiercely punched the empty space not far away.
Boom!
Under the shock of the gang wind, Zhong Lin's spine suddenly stretched straight like a dragon.
With one punch, the air within a radius of several dozen yards all vibrated as if countless cannonballs had suddenly exploded.
The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the previously calm void and struck with a palm.
Rumble!
Fist and palm collided, their vibrations even threatened to annihilate each other.
"Zhu Fei? Why is it you?"
Yu Shu exclaimed in surprise after seeing who it was.
The newcomer was a young man dressed in white, with a complexion as fair as jade, tall stature, extremely steady aura, and most importantly, his cultivation felt as deep as an abyss, making Zhong Lin feel as if he was facing a formidable adversary.
