Feng Xiu froze.
He stared at that line for a long while before the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
The Nine Heavens Lock was the ultimate embodiment envisioned by the Tyrant Fist!
Without savoring the surging, violent force within his body, he slightly raised his right hand. An energy lock on the back of his hand instantly loosened, and he casually swung it.
Whoosh~
A fierce fist force, mingled with a howl like wailing ghosts and shrieking wolves, swept forth. In an instant, the entire training room began to shake violently.
The suspended sandbags swayed from side to side, the binding ropes cracked under their unbearable strain, and the fixed wooden posts spun like tops.
Feng Xiu was astonished. He had barely exerted any force, yet it possessed such power?!
Was this the strength granted by Blood Burning's Nine Heavens Lock?
Wherever the fist wind passed, the paper-covered lattice windows rustled violently, their sheets punched through with gaping holes.
At the doorway, the doors were ripped open in an instant!
Revealing Uncle Zheng, Han Che, and Feng Shouzhuo, who had long been waiting outside.
Earlier, the three had heard the heavy crash of the medicine barrel hitting the ground and thought something had happened to Feng Xiu, leaving them deeply worried. Fortunately, Feng Xiu had said before entering that he was not to be disturbed.
Now, the fist wind came rushing over, carrying an overwhelmingly tyrannical intent as it blew the doors open.
The three of them jolted.
They hurried inside, and only when they saw the utter satisfaction on Feng Xiu's face did they finally let out a breath of relief.
"Big Brother, you've reached Blood Burning?"
Feng Shouzhuo was the first to step forward. He gave Feng Xiu a thorough once-over, his expression somewhat doubtful.
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