The people of the Shen Family were secretly alarmed, yet overjoyed at the same time.
The air around Shen Lang distorted as a terrifying barrage of fist shadows filled the sky.
Yet Shen Lang remained as still as a mountain. Just as the incomparably ferocious Fist Gang was about to reach him…
A brilliant light illuminated the sky. A beam of sword light, as if piercing the very heavens, descended from above.
The sky-spanning Fist Gang was torn asunder by the unparalleled sword light, shattering piece by piece.
"To call a Fist Technique of this caliber a 'Divine Fist' is truly laughable," Shen Lang sneered.
He moved in a flash, darting out like a phantom. The longsword in his hand seemed devoid of any technique, simply pointing straight at Shen Fengkuang's throat.
"This is impossible!" Shen Fengkuang's face fell. He jolted his arms, continuously blasting out Fist Gang as he retreated in a hurry.
