The saint curled her lips with great disdain.

"..."

Xing Tian didn't speak and just stared at the ring.

Yang Fan once again used the fireball. This time the fireball was bigger, with more heat, and the brilliant light was like the sun. The spectators at the edge of the ring felt the blazing heat.

"Qin Shiming, go to hell!"

With a roar, Yang Fan threw the fireball over with a ferocious smile.

"The Dragon Travels Nine Heavens!"

As soon as the long sword was thrown, Qin Shiming endured the severe pain all over his body, poured all the energy in his Dantian into his fists, faced the fireball, and rushed forward.

"Boom boom boom!"

When the two collided, Qin Shiming was like a kite, flying back as fast as he rushed out.

"puff!"

In mid-air, Qin Shiming spurted out a bloody arrow, his face as white as paper.

"Boom!"

His body hit the ground hard, causing a cloud of yellow dust to rise.

On the other hand, Yang Fan stood on the same spot as if nothing happened, except that his figure swayed slightly.

The scene was deathly quiet. Is this the power of the Half-Step Land Immortal?

"He, he couldn't really be beaten to death, right?"
Chapter completed!