Headless Yan, Take My Punch! (3)

"... I, can't seem to recall either."

In the Desolate Inferno Domain, the Infernal lineage master and disciple were unable to endure the searing magma any longer. They slumped on a large rock, observing the ongoing battle

The great battle on Abyss Island was thrilling, but it had nothing to do with the Holy Palace.

As the young man raised his fist toward Yan Wuse, his features transformed, revealing a strikingly familiar face.

That kid, Xu Xiaoshou?

Was the person standing before him not Yan Wuse, whom even his master could not bring down with a single punch? How could Xu Xiaoshou knock him into oblivion?

"Supreme Master!"

Bai Lian stood up in shock, her eyes filled with awe and fear.

This one punch represented too many implications, perhaps even more impactful than the explosion on Abyss Island.

With just this one punch, the Infernal lineage of the Holy Palace could no longer protect Xu Xiaoshou.