"Uh?" Faced with Xiao Hun and the others fleeing, Li Xiuzhu let out a light sound that, like a muffled thunderclap in the sky, even made Xiao Hun and his companions feel their Primordial Spirits shake, their consciousness lagging by a beat.
At the same time, Li Xiuzhu's left hand suddenly clenched, and then he threw a punch toward the direction the crowd was escaping to without actually contacting them.
No Primordial Spirit power, no Taoist energy, nor shockwave burst forth from Li Xiuzhu's fist.
But everyone present could feel it—a fervor more intense than the power of the Primordial Spirit, a terror more profound than Taoist energy. A will that could overturn heavens and shake the earth, a Great Sky Flipping Fist Intent pouring out from Li Xiuzhu's being, spreading out in circles towards the front.
Boom!
