"All the disciples of our Gong clan are elites, how dare you insult them, seeking death!"
After speaking, Gong Benbu directly raised his hand and struck a palm towards Ye Ling.
Suddenly, his right arm was enveloped in a thick layer of black mist, which morphed into a fierce giant beast in midair, and pounced towards Ye Ling with a roar.
"You shameless old man, though you're quite strong, today I'm in a good mood, so I'll humor you!" Ye Ling snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, and a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, instantly concentrating on his left fist.
Then Ye Ling swung his fist fiercely, and a golden fist shadow broke through the air, directly colliding with the dark beast!
"Bang!"
The two fist shadows collided fiercely, emitting a deafening collision sound.
On the golden fist shadow, sparks of intense heat continuously splattered, causing the people around to dodge.
