A faint phantom of the Golden Crow emerged, congealed into a ball of dark golden flame, followed by a punch, and then exploded about ten feet in front of Han Muye.

The dark golden flames raged, burning the whole world in a radius of one zhang.

Visible to the naked eye, that piece of heaven and earth seemed to be pierced through, and the invisible ripples rippling around, whistling through the wind.

How strong is this punch?

"I, I, Hanshanbu, do I have such boxing skills?"

Han Yunhe

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