"I'll fight you to the..." Before the sentence could be finished, with a crisp *slap*, Feng Qingyang spun three times in the air before hitting the ground. Zhou Chuan had clearly increased his strength.
After that single slap, Feng Qingyang's head had warped into an elongated shape. One had to remember that a half-Mystic physical body was comparable to a first-grade immortal artifact. In both speed and physical strength, Zhou Chuan completely suppressed the half-Mystic state. As long as he did not give his opponent the opportunity to wield immortal artifacts or cast immortal arts, Zhou Chuan would not face any fatal threats.
"Either surrender, or get beaten to death by me right here!" Zhou Chuan had been silent for a long time, but his first words were a warning.
Chapter 1786