A wolf shadow burst forth from Yuan Dao, the Saint Heir, an enormous wolf shadow, extremely fierce, with cold, piercing eyes and sharp teeth, like a real wild wolf standing before you, creating an enormous pressure.
Wolf God Killing Fist!
The fist and the wolf shadow merged into one, transforming into a more powerful energy, directly crashing forward.
This strike, Yuan Dao was very confident in it, and it was one of his ultimate moves. The reason he used it right from the start was to showcase his prowess as a Saint Heir before everyone, especially to those loose cultivators who dared to defy him.
Today, he intended to make an example to warn others.
"Die!"
The corner of Yuan Dao's mouth held a hint of coldness. This punch of his could reach the mid to late stages of the Gui Xu Realm's strength, and Ye Qiu, a mere loose cultivator, was destined to fall.
Because of this Wolf God Killing Fist, voices of shock emerged among the surrounding loose cultivators.
