"He's Master Zhu's personal bodyguard, a Qi Condensing Martial Artist."
"That kid looks so delicate, can he withstand a blow?"
"He's dead for sure."
While everyone was silently mourning for Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Get lost."
Zhang Xiaoshan turned around and slapped.
"Smack."
The slap landed on the opponent's head, sending him flying several meters aside, his forehead caved in, bleeding from his seven orifices, lying on the ground with only outgoing breaths and no incoming ones.
"He, severely injured a Qi Condensing Martial Artist with one blow?"
"He must be at least a Gang Qi Martial Artist."
"Such a young Gang Qi Martial Artist, no wonder he acts with such audacity."
As Zhang Xiaoshan revealed his formidable martial prowess, the gaze of everyone present changed once again.
No matter when, strength commands respect. Once you display fearsome strength, they will treat you with caution.
"Kid, who exactly are you?"
