"Take my strongest strike!" Cao Jingwen roared, his fists coming together and blasting forward simultaneously.
Boom, a miraculous scene suddenly appeared before Chu Hao. A row of waves several hundred meters high surged towards him like a tidal wave covering the sky, making anyone's heart tremble with fear, only wishing to turn and flee.
This was Cao Jingwen's strongest strike?
Chu Hao laughed heartily, then let's see whose strongest strike is more powerful.
Sky Wind Eight Styles, Eighth Style, Three Forms as One!
Chu Hao's hands moved in a mysterious trajectory, causing the dust and small stones on the ground to rise and spin in the air, forming several air masses.
"Die!" Cao Jingwen's eyes widened in fury, his fists lunged forward, each fist bearing a starlight about an inch long.
Enough, as long as he hit directly, the starlight would ignore a martial master's defense, ensuring a deadly strike.