Watching the hand descend over him, Chen Doudou sighed.
He hadn't wanted to fight. Aside from being a little long-winded, the big guy seemed pretty honest and good-natured.
But since Bibi Dong had told him to deal with it himself, he'd show no mercy.
Long Aotian frowned. Soul Power surged in his hand, and his tone grew stern. "Little junior brother, don't be stubborn! This isn't just a rule. It's for your own good!"
"For my own good?"
Chen Doudou curled his lip and stamped his little foot against the ground.
"Bang!"
A dull thud rang out.
Long Aotian's vision blurred. Before he could even see what had happened, a tiny fist had already buried itself in his stomach.
The force was astonishing—far beyond what a level-32 Soul Elder like him could withstand.
"Pfft—"
Long Aotian spat up a mouthful of sour liquid. His eyes rolled back, and he doubled over like a boiled shrimp, then shot backward and crashed heavily into the mountainside beside the road. He slid limply to the ground and lost consciousness completely.
The whole scene fell dead silent.
Inside the carriage, Du Busi's pupils contracted sharply. His bright, piercing eyes were suddenly filled with shock.
Princess Vina clapped a hand over her mouth, her face full of disbelief.
One punch?
Just one punch?
Senior Brother Aotian was a level-32 Soul Elder!
Even against an opponent of the same level, there was no way he should have been knocked out with a single punch, was there?
And the one who'd done it was a child who looked only six or seven!
"What incredible strength!"
Du Busi was stunned, but beneath his shock, he felt a rush of delight.
Just how powerful was this child's Body Martial Soul?
Knocking out a Soul Grandmaster with one punch? This