A fierce wind swept past. He felt his Gang Qi surge and distort, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If he hadn't dodged, that punch would have been difficult to take.
BOOM!
The Gang Qi missed, slamming into the ground behind him. Han Xing felt the ground tremble as dirt flew everywhere, accompanied by a miserable scream.
Ji Jincheng spat out blood. He was struck by the aftershock of the exploding Gang Qi, his body sent flying backward.
"Despicable!"
Han Xing realized that the target of Xu Yang's punch was never him, but Ji Jincheng behind him.
A punch from a Qi Cultivation Gang expert, delivered from a distance—even if Ji Jincheng was at Qi Gathering Perfection, he would be severely injured, if not dead.
A figure flashed before his eyes. Xu Yang had already pounced like a ferocious tiger, and a fist brimming with formidable power rapidly grew larger in his vision.
