The crowd scrambled to help Bi Hongpeng up. His body was ice-cold, his face deathly pale, and one of his arms dangled uselessly. His injuries were clearly severe.
Everyone gasped.
One punch. Just one punch!
Zhao Lin had sent the top disciple of the Lingshan Sect—a cultivator at the Third Layer of the Qi Realm—flying.
What kind of overwhelming Cultivation Technique was this?
Zheng Yuanzhuo's expression changed, and he blurted out, "Celestial Frost Fist!"
He was the only Blood Realm martial artist present, and his senses were far sharper than anyone else's.
When Zhao Lin had thrown the punch, a powerful gust of wind had surged, and Zheng Yuanzhuo immediately detected a sinister, chilling aura. His reaction was the same as Xiang Shaofeng's; he believed Zhao Lin had used the Celestial Frost Fist.
'Which sect's Cultivation Technique is the Celestial Frost Fist?'
Zheng Yuanzhuo's eyelids twitched as a flicker of terror arose in his heart.
"Let's go!"
