You Really Want to Torture Me?

Sikong Yan did not treat Qi Yanshan seriously at all. As the fire dragon pounced at him, he punched out with his fist.

With one punch, a dazzling fire radiance shot up to the sky and the mighty fire property strength threatened to melt the Plane. The immense fist power could be felt by everyone.

Boom!

The fiery fist collided against the fire dragon and the fire dragon immediately broke apart, turning into flames that licked the earth. The flames scattered everywhere and soon spread across the surroundings, heading for the various pavilions.

There was a Martial Royal Realm expert standing guard at each pavilion and even the weakest pavilion had an Advanced Martial King martial artist standing guard. They destroyed the flaming fireballs with a wave of their hands.

"He's so strong?" Qi Yanshan's face was grave. He could gauge Sikong Yan's strength through that one move, but this only fuelled his desire to win.