As the palm struck, it howled through the air. Zhong Haifeng was brimming with confidence. Now, as he controlled a Heavenly Rank Puppet, even though he wasn't quite at the level of a true Nirvana Realm Monarch, he was very close. He wanted to see how Jiang Shu, who was merely at the Primordial Pill Realm, would defend against him.
"This fist of mine is called the Qi Swallowing Vientiane Fist."
Facing the terrifying strike, Jiang Shu stood as firm as an ancient pine, unmoved; he simply threw out a punch. In an instant, the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth swept in, torrential and unending, as if thousands of climates were converging on his fist. A mysterious aura was born over the square. All the Inner Sect Disciples were captivated by Jiang Shu's punch, which seemed to drift from a distant space. It was as if the punch wasn't from a cultivator, but from the heavens and the earth.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
