A-Jie's Frenzied Onslaught

Blood burst from his forehead.

Zhang Zhongmou's flying body went rigid.

He stared at his completely shattered forearm, and for a moment, he actually harbored the slightest doubt about his Sovereign-level cultivation.

Had I grown old? Had I gone too long without fighting, causing both my cultivation and physical body to deteriorate?

His arm hung limp and powerless.

Zhang Zhongmou suddenly came to his senses.

"No!"

"That's not it!"

"That straw-hat kid's attack power is simply too terrifying!"

What level of muscular strength did it take to punch through a Sovereign's spiritual essence, Great Path enhancement, and the Zhang Clan's inherited Ancestor Bear Bloodline physique, shattering bone with a single blow? One had to know that the other party had not used any spiritual essence at all in that strike!

At this moment, Zhang Zhongmou was truly panicking.

That one punch alone might not have meant much.

If they truly fought, he even had the confidence to take the other party down directly.

After all, that punch was not completely unstoppable.

In fact, the power of most of his spiritual techniques could crush it.

But the problem was that this straw-hat kid was actually a powerhouse? A suspected physical-body Sovereign, at that?

Where the hell had this guy come from!

Sovereign-level spirit cultivators were already difficult enough to cultivate, but a Sovereign-level physical body...

"That's not the main point either!"

Zhang Zhongmou snapped awake and stopped himself from thinking any further.

He knew the truly terrifying part of the problem did not lie there.

It was that if the one throwing punches truly had strength and was not deceiving him...

Then the true great expert...

Whoosh! Wind howled past his ears. Zhang Zhongmou's blasted-away body barely regained a measure of control, and his gaze involuntarily locked onto the young man