'How is this possible?' everyone roared inwardly, their eyes filled with profound shock.
Huang Qing lay dozens of zhang away, one of his arms shattered and dripping with blood from the earlier exchange.
His breathing was faint. He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out, preventing him from saying a single word.
His internal organs had been damaged.
In his current condition, even with healing Elixirs, it would take at least several months of rest to recover.
But even if his injuries healed, he would be a one-armed man for the rest of his life.
Who could have imagined that with a single punch, Huang Qing, a candidate for the Ten Great, would be beaten half to death?
What terrifying power!
"So strong."
Yan Shuangying took a deep breath, equally shocked by Ning Jiang's power.
These candidates for the Ten Great were all similar in strength. A fight to decide a victor between any two of them would be a bitter struggle, most likely ending with both combatants grievously wounded.
