"Wh-what… What just happened?" The surrounding Martial Artists stared, stunned, at the Diamond Death Warrior that had crashed into the main hall doors of the Saint Emperor Sect. They couldn't process what had just happened. A single punch—a seemingly casual punch from Shen Haoran—actually held such terrifying power.
Xue Jian watched Shen Haoran's back, a bitter taste filling his mouth. He knew the Diamond Death Warrior's strength. A casual swing of its saber could sever his arm; he was no match for the Death Warrior at all. Yet Shen Haoran's seemingly effortless punch had sent it flying. The gap between them was immense. 'How ridiculous. I was just telling him that a battle like this was out of his league, and now he's the one who just saved my life.'
ROAR…
