In the open space in front of the courtyard, Zhao Sheng's expression was serene as he punched into the void, and a fist shadow shimmering with electric light flew out of thin air, striking a stone wall more than ten steps away as quick as lightning.
With a rumbling sound, broken stones splattered everywhere, and the stone wall was suddenly penetrated, forming a hole more than a zhang in size. The edges of the hole were charred, as if scorched by fire.
Through the hole, one could see that the ground behind the wall had a nearly two-foot-deep pit, with a clear fist imprint at the bottom.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng nodded in satisfaction.
