"Jiao?" Ao Liu was baffled and confused. "What are you doing? Have you forgotten that we're all demons...?"
"You're the one who forgot..." Another Later Demon Race member stepped in front of Ao Liu as well. "If you insist on making a scene, then run over me first—right now, you might be able to crush all of us with ease."
"Why?" Ao Liu's bestialized, protruding cheeks were filled with disbelief, his pupils burning with fury. "I'm fighting for the dignity of our race's teachers—"
"The Demon Race's honor is nearly gone because of you." Geng suddenly appeared before Ao Liu. He possessed no cosmic technique like Xiang Yu's spatial traversal. He was simply fast. Yet Ao Liu realized that he could no longer grasp Geng's movements.
—This guy hadn't even entered the realm of Spiritual Power, yet his strength was already this...
For one instant, Ao Liu admitted that he had underestimated Geng, and underestimated the Early Demon Race. But his gaze remained firmly fixed on that back still receding into the distance.
Yes, even with a fight about to break out behind him, Wang Qi had no intention of turning around. He had not even quickened or slowed his pace.
—A true teacher never turned back to watch students fight.
That attitude of "I walk my own road; let others talk as they please" further stoked Ao Liu's fury. He was about to circle around Geng and charge at Wang Qi.
But Geng suddenly threw a punch.
This punch was simplicity itself. There were no layers upon layers of fist shadows, no Martial Dao Fist Intent following it, nor any illusion of any kind, yet it was lightning-fast. Only after Geng had driven his fist into Ao Liu's belly did a terrifying boom spread through that flesh-and-blood body in