During the retreat, the sleeve of the Nine Layers Mountain Master's right arm exploded, sending bits of cloth flying, revealing a muscular, burly arm.
The two stopped moving, met each other's gaze, and saw a fleeting shock in their eyes.
Staring at Jiang Ning, a chill ran through his heart.
That punch, he hadn't used his full power.
But who was he?
He was the Dragon Head of the Eighteen Dragon Heads.
A trip to the Royal Capital and the decades-long warrant of the Eighteen Dragon Heads was completely lifted.
His strength was impressive even among the ranks of First-Grade Powerhouses.
As the Dragon Head of the Eighteen, his physical body was exceptionally strong.
The punch just now, even without full strength, wasn't one that a typical First-Grade could withstand.
Much less take it with only the physical body.
Moreover, Jiang Ning's performance was even beyond his own in this direct confrontation.
How could this not shock him?
