WAIL! WAIL! WAIL!
A deafening alarm blared throughout the City Defense Army's garrison. Every sleeping soldier was jolted awake, swarming out of their barracks like ants to assemble for an emergency.
Feng Zheng struggled to his feet from a pile of collapsed rubble. He took a deep breath, suppressing the roiling Qi and Blood in his body, and wiped away the blood that was steadily flowing from his nose and mouth. He then gazed in the direction where Zhao Xuanqi's figure had vanished.
The words the man had spoken before leaving still echoed in his mind.
'Hundred Beasts Fist?!'
He had never heard of any record of this Secret Transmission in the Martial History of the Divine Land. And judging by the power Zhao Xuanqi had displayed, this technique was certainly no ordinary legacy.
A Secret Technique that could alter the human body and stimulate the Spirit to such a degree... he had truly never seen anything like it in his life.
