Xu Wendong unleashed this punch, seemingly simple, yet it contained an indescribable charm.
The whirlwind of his fist roared, and upon colliding with the Light Dragon, it exploded into a dazzling brilliance that rippled outward like waves, distorting the space around it.
The Light Dragon, under the impact of Xu Wendong's fist, found itself unable to advance further. Its body began to twist and struggle, emitting painful roars.
"What the hell is this guy, human or ghost?" Zhao Yin exclaimed in shock, feeling chills down his spine.
The two fair-skinned, beautiful women also widened their eyes, feeling as though they'd seen a ghost.
They thought that Master Yuding's full-force strike would definitely annihilate Xu Wendong into a mist of blood.
Yet, who could believe it?
He actually used his fist to fend off Master Yuding's furious strike?
It was too absurd, unimaginable that a junior at the Foundation Establishment Stage could be terrifyingly powerful to such an extent.
