Thunder boomed above the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The fists of the Abbey Dean and Ning Que clashed.
Endless aura flowed out of their bodies and shot to all directions. Wherever the aura touched, all the bricks, rocks and pillars were destroyed, and all the houses alongside the street fell into ruins.
Ning Que's fist, with unbelievably overwhelming power, smashed onto the center of the Abbey Dean's palm.
He was like a bridge connecting Chang'an City and the Abbey Dean. The raging Qi of Heaven and Earth in his bones, blood and flesh were flowing out, making him nearly exhausted.
He was in severe pain and his joints were cracking. His eyelashes had been burnt, and his body couldn't stop shaking. Blood kept dripping off the corner of his lips and fell on the snow.
Yet he was smiling.