After the words fell, the ferocious look on Wang Xinghe's face became more intense.

His momentum soared out of thin air again.

Veins were looming all over his body, and his face was distorted.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes. In his perception, the current Wang Xinghe's strength has soared to a level beyond the level when he used the sub-sacred weapon to increase his power.

"Go to hell, you bastard." Wang Xinghe roared angrily.

On the palms of both hands, the overwhelming air flow hit me again.

The terrifying palm wind ravaged the entire place in an instant.

When the air flow passed by, everything on the competition stage turned into powder.

The competition stage, which was already covered with rubble, was instantly shattered by the impact of the airflow.

The terrifying airflow instantly filled the entire barrier.

Everything was submerged, including Xiao Yi.
Chapter completed!