He unleashed a punch with such casual simplicity.
The punch seemed light and airy, with no aura overflowing, no space tearing.
There were no signs of anomaly, not even the slightest abnormality.
Yet, this was the most bizarre part.
A minor grandmaster revered for decades was not to be underestimated by anyone.
Tang Fei's Yin Yang Qi whirled madly within him, creating massive vortexes one after another in his body.
Even the Yin Erosion Sword at his waist emitted a humming sound, vibrating incessantly.
The Black Robe on his body fluttered without wind, rustling loudly—it was the Fist Power radiating from his body that blew it outward.
Tang Fei also unleashed a punch.
Tang Shengyan had only said to take his punch, not that he had to stand there unable to fight back.
He wouldn't do something as foolish as that—it was courting death.
Who could withstand a punch from a minor grandmaster?
Even his beloved master, Great Grandmaster Xuanyuan Mingjing, wouldn't dare.
