Zhou Hong sighed and looked a little serious.

It's so weird.

He is clearly at the Immortal King realm, how could this happen?

He doesn't understand.

"What other tricks do you have? Hurry up and don't waste any more time. Use your strongest moves, or you can say that I didn't give you a chance."

Tang Xiaobao waved his hand and smiled in a particularly mean way.

Zhou Hong's face turned pale. He had only used 30% of his power in this palm strike.

Yun Zhongjian said not to beat Tang Xiaobao to death, he remembered it.

But now, he can no longer care about so much.

If I can't kill him with one blow, I'll lose all my face today.

"Humph, relying on magic weapons to protect your body, do you think it will be effective? Try to take another blow from me!"

As soon as Zhou Hong finished speaking, he slapped again.

He thought that Tang Xiaobao would definitely not dare to take it head-on again.

Because of this palm, he had almost no room for maneuver.

Even a mountain would be reduced to ashes by his palm.

He has such confidence.

Unfortunately, Tang Xiaobao's expression remained normal, and he seemed to have no reaction at all.

Oh, he still responded. He yawned and stretched.

Bang!

This palm still landed on Tang Xiaobao's chest.

But as a golden light rippled, Tang Xiaobao stood in place, completely unharmed, his body not even shaking a bit.

Zhou Xiong was bounced back again. This time, he almost vomited blood in mid-air.

A sweet blood rushed up my throat.

He swallowed it back with all his might, and landed dozens of meters away, falling to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Hong's face turned red, his right arm trembled, and he could hardly lift it.