"He... he actually took a punch from the Martial Saint?!"
Among the onlookers who were originally calm and composed as they watched, many suddenly jumped up!
As for the rest, it wasn't that they didn't want to jump, but they were already frozen in place.
The old man in the purple robe widened his eyes, and his figure, which was about to leave, suddenly froze, feeling as if he were dreaming.
He hesitantly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, inevitably suspecting that his old eyes were deceiving him...
Yet Chen Kuang still stood lively in the middle of the waters, while the Martial Saint opposite him was like a sprinkler, spraying blood all around.
"Uh..." the old man in purple robe twitched the corner of his mouth, holding back a trace of laughter.
But inside, he felt a dread he hadn't experienced in years.
A punch from the Martial Saint!
How many in the world today could take that?!
Even in the Profound Profound Realm, who would truly dare to take it?!
