'Has Shen Lang's cultivation really reached this level? To condense his Powerful Qi with such a casual palm strike, hitting only Xu Qing's face without harming him anywhere else?'
Zhou Feng, who was standing closest and was also the most senior, was astonished.
Previously, when Zhou Feng heard Shen Lang say he could deal with Celestial God Academy, he had assumed Shen Lang's cultivation was probably on par with Chu Qingcheng's. After all, he had seen Shen Lang fight Nalan Ziyun before.
But this display from Shen Lang, condensing his Powerful Qi so it didn't disperse at all—that was one of the hallmarks of the Spirit Martial Realm!
'Could it be…'
If this had been anyone else, it would have been one thing. But for it to be Shen Lang, a sixteen-year-old boy, was simply too absurd, too shocking!
Just from seeing that single palm strike, Zhou Feng was completely dumbfounded.
