Bzzzt!!!
Gu Fengchen felt an overwhelming Sword Might envelop him in an instant. His divine soul shuddered, and his entire body stiffened, leaving him unable to move.
"Hm?"
Unlike Gu Fengchen, a glint of coldness flashed through Qin Hao's eyes.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, Qin Hao also turned his palm into a sword and struck at Ma Hou, the sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked young man behind him.
A surge of sword qi, its Sword Might scarcely weaker than Ma Hou's, formed in an instant.
Bang!
Their palms collided, and sword qi rampaged outward in all directions.
"Ugh."
A muffled grunt rang out. Ma Hou's face flushed red as he staggered backward, his feet pounding the ground. With every step, the stone slabs beneath him cracked.
Disbelief also filled his shifty, ratlike eyes.
On the other side.
Qin Hao likewise gave a low grunt and retreated, but unlike Ma Hou, his expression remained unchanged. After just three steps, he planted himself firmly in place.
"How is that possible?" Ma Hou retreated seven or eight steps before barely regaining his balance. Once he steadied himself, his face was filled with shock.
To the onlookers, Qin Hao and Ma Hou had merely exchanged a palm strike and knocked each other back. Only Ma Hou himself knew how terrifying the power contained in Qin Hao's palm had been.
"Boy, just who are you?"
Ma Hou drew a deep breath, wariness already creeping into his eyes. More importantly, his right hand, held behind his back, was trembling slightly.
But everyone was so shocked by the scene before them that no one noticed his trembling right hand.
Ma Hou found it unbelievable.
Although Qin Hao's defeat of Jiang Bingrong had surprised Ma Hou somewhat and made him realize that Qin Hao was no ordinary genius, he still had not