The punch was heavy and mighty, fierce beyond compare. The moment it came out, it carried the force of mountains toppling.
Ma Yu's pupils contracted. Before the fist even arrived, the gale of its force crushed his breathing to a halt, filling him with terror.
It was already too late to dodge. The man hastily crossed his arms before his chest, true essence surging as he condensed protective Gang Qi. All he wanted was to block this blow first, then adapt to the moves and turn the tables.
Boom!
The fist pulverized his protective true essence, its remaining force unabated as it smashed apart Ma Yu's arms and struck the clothes over his chest and abdomen.
Ma Yu was a Spirit Transformation expert who held the power of the Feng Clan's second branch. The garment he wore was no ordinary one either—a protective treasure robe, impervious to blades and spears, water and fire. Used for defense, it was like the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt of Buddhist masters, capable of blocking the full-force attack of a Spirit Transformation expert.
Riiip!
Tattered and broken—a shattered bell!
The treasure robe burst apart, and the fist force poured into Ma Yu's body. The terrifying power raged like a wild dragon, flooding through his limbs and bones and snapping every meridian in his body. The violent force burst through him, tearing open the clothing on his back and sending up a cloud of bloody mist.
Ma Yu hung suspended in midair, his eyes rolling white and blood spilling from the corners of his mouth. One punch had scattered his wits.
After hovering briefly, his entire body shot backward like a cannonball from the barrel. He smashed through the wall of the private room behind him, flew out of Wind Listening Elegance, and