Dusty And Dirty In Appearance

Venerable Mu Xin hadn't planned to dodge either. He watched the two flames in Feng Jiu's hands attacking him like two beasts and turned his palms. Two wind blades formed two wolf heads and flew out with their mouths wide open as if it wanted to swallow her flames in one bite. 

"Zephyr Wolf Fist!"

Venerable Mu Xin shouted loudly, his low and majestic voice shook the hearts of everyone in the audience. 

The four Immortals on the platform held their breaths as the two of them looked at each other. Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Si Que hadn't started fighting at this time as they were watching the battle between Feng Jiu and Mu Xin. 

They all wanted to know where the fighting power of both sides would be. Although Si Que felt in his heart that Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze wouldn't be able to defeat them, after he had seen their strength, he was a little surprised and more cautious.