Xiang Shaoyun's speed was unrivaled, and only pseudo-Gods could compare to his speed. How would Tie Wu expect him to be so difficult to deal with? The Tang Clan ancestor's reminder came too late; Xiang Shaoyun's hand had already struck Tie Wu's chest, creating a depression on Tie Wu's sturdy body.

Pu!

Tie Wu was sent flying while coughing blood. He hurriedly swung his iron wings around, creating a wall of blades before him to prevent Xiang Shaoyun from pursuing him. If it wasn't for the ironwing race's amazing physique, Xiang Shaoyun's one attack would have been enough to create a hole through his chest.

"Little bastard, die!" The Tang Clan ancestor moved, sending two fiery palms flying toward Xiang...