ter, resembled a giant millstone!The fist imprint was swirling with light, with streaks of radiance flashing. It looked majestic and mysterious!Booming!Green fist gang, golden fist prints, all roared...That instant, he was pierced through by this force!Shi Yan looked at the purple gold gourd in Hu Mazizi's hands, his teeth itching with anger. This was originally supposed to be his thing, but Chen Pi...