But the next second, the Demon Lord's Legitimate Son's gaze fell on Yu Sheng.
Seeing that Yu Sheng was still in a daze, he charged at him with almost no hesitation.
His sharp claws went straight for Yu Sheng's throat.
At that moment, Yu Sheng's mind was filled with those profoundly abstruse ancient characters. Fortunately, through the mental transmission, they had already been translated into a language he could understand.
The middle-aged man wore a long gown and stood atop a mountain, his hands behind his back.
A fierce wind swept past, whipping up his gown, but his figure remained utterly still, like a spear!
For an instant, he seemed to step forward into the sea of clouds. There was no power of rules around his body, yet he could still remain suspended in midair.
"The moment he stepped into the air, his blood flowed faster, and a very strange energy emanated from his muscles. Strictly speaking, it wasn't energy..."
Yu Sheng frowned, as though observing something at close range.
Including the way this energy flowed through the body.
The scene seemed to play in Yu Sheng's mind for an hour, yet also seemed to last only a second.
Only when Yu Sheng gained some understanding of it did the second scene flash into view.
This time, the middle-aged man stood beside a stream.
The Nine-Tailed Fox had only seven tails back then and lay lazily in a corner.
The middle-aged man's eyes were tightly shut, as though he were comprehending something. After a long while, he slowly raised his arm and threw an utterly ordinary punch into empty space.
One punch, two punches...
At first, his punches had no force to speak of, but gradually, they began to stir the wind.
Later, they even made the air explode.
But