An overwhelming force, impossible to resist, traveled through the Fire Bamboo and struck Cheng Peng's palm.
This force was so powerful that even his brass-like palm got dented!
He even felt a sharp pain in his palm!
"What!"
Cheng Peng's brass face showed a look of shock.
Without hesitation, he quickly withdrew his hand!
Because he knew very well that if he continued to force himself, even his brass palms might get injured!
Deng deng deng...
The ground rumbled, and the mud splashed.
He retreated seven or eight steps in a row, barely offsetting the terrifying force!
Then he suddenly looked up, angrily shouting, "Who!"
The people from Martial King Pavilion also showed signs of surprise and instantly took defensive postures.
They shouted angrily together, "Who's there!"
"Come out!"
"How dare you launch a surprise attack!"
"Get out here!"
...
Wu Meng also opened his eyes, looking towards the edge of the bamboo grove.
