Su Mu withdrew his fist, and a flicker of lightning remained between the fingers of his left hand in the darkness.
There was the sound of startled birds in the courtyard!
Bai Yi turned abruptly, a swift sparrow cut through the long sky, infinitely magnifying in his pupils, its rapid movement leaving behind traces of residual shadows, among which faint images of willow catkins and flying cicadas mingled.
"How is this possible... how can this boy be so fast, only slightly slower than this old man."
Bai Yi's face changed dramatically, horror filled his heart; this boy's body technique had been cultivated to such an extent, and he still mastered such terrifying fist techniques and body techniques simultaneously.
Could this boy have started cultivating from the womb?
"Boy, what fist technique did you just use?" Bai Yi cried out in surprise.
"The dead need not know so much."
