"You were just hit by my Tiger Shaking the World! How could you still perform Qinggong!"
Yang Qinghu fell to the ground, clutching his severed arm, his face pale. His eyes were locked tightly on Luo Feng as he demanded harshly.
He couldn't understand how Luo Feng, caught in his sneak attack, could still dodge his Palm Gang in mid-air.
Luo Feng walked step by step towards Yang Qinghu, his gaze cold and proud. "I was injured by you? Aren't you a little too confident?"
Yang Qinghu's face stiffened. He scrutinized Luo Feng carefully and exclaimed in dawning fear, "You're not injured! Then what happened just now?"
"You mean this?"
Luo Feng grinned and tapped his foot on the ground.
Before Yang Qinghu's shocked eyes, Luo Feng's body suddenly flipped over in mid-air, appearing identical to how he had looked when struck by the explosion!
THUD!
