Feeling the immense force transmitted from the warhammer, Wen Jiulong's arms seemed on the verge of shattering in this fierce clash, and his expression no longer held the disdain it did before the battle.
If it weren't for his own fighting spirit's unmatched defensive attributes and the cultivation technique he practiced, which was focused on overwhelming strength and wide, sweeping moves, he might have fallen into a trap in that exchange just now.
Wen Jiulong stared directly at Lu Wenwu, his eyes serious yet still mixed with a trace of contempt.
This monstrous strength is truly terrifying.
The fist forged from flesh and blood clashed with his pseudo-mythical warhammer, yet remained unscathed!
This child's talent is astonishing!
Unfortunately...
I'm not a brute who only knows brute force like you...
"But even so, you will still die!"
"Hah!"
Wen Jiulong shouted again, raising his warhammer high, the earthy yellow light shining brilliantly.
