chapter 9 Purple Gold Pavilion

In the courtyard.

Russo Su fists kept dancing, the wind roared and the shadows of his fists flew.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of shaking in the air was endless. Russo Su kept punching, and his whole body was completely immersed in the boxing technique.

Russo Su imagined himself as a sea. The True Qi in his body was the water in the sea, and his fist strength was like the waves in the sea, constantly spurting out.

For a long time, Russo Su closed his...