"What?"
Others might not have known the power behind that punch, but Feng Sheng, who had unleashed it himself, knew all too well. His entire body went cold, and his face turned extremely ugly.
He had held nothing back in that punch. Even Guan Ling at his peak would have had to steer clear of it, yet this young man had blocked it with a single finger. How... how was that possible?
It was not just him. Everyone from the Qing Shan Tribe and Luoshan Tribe stood rooted to the spot, gaping in shock. Only the Qing Shan Tribe's chieftain paused briefly, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Though he did not know what level of strength this visitor from the Small World possessed, that earlier move showed that the Qing Shan Tribe's crisis would likely soon be resolved.
"Where did this bastard come from? Get lost!"
With one move thwarted, Feng Sheng's face twisted viciously. He roared again, and the power in his halted fist suddenly erupted as a surge of Devouring Power poured forth.
If this had happened before, even if Nie Yun was not afraid of such suddenly unleashed Devouring Power, he would still have needed to spend some effort blocking it. But now that he possessed a dantian with devouring ability, the result was completely different.
Without any visible movement from him, Feng Sheng's incomparably powerful fist stopped in midair once more, as though his attack had never had any effect at all.
"This..."
Feng Sheng was horrified.
If the other party had easily blocked his first attack by coincidence, then even after he had used the glove's power, the other party had still stopped it with ease... There could only be one explanation: the man before him was far stronger than he was!
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