Uncle-Master Bi had not recovered from his shock yet when Qiao Mu's fist, which was drenched in intense mystic energy, and the sound of wind arrived in front of him.
BANG!
Pain engulfed his left cheek, and Uncle-Master Bi could hear the crisp crack from his cheekbone before he was forced to stagger back several steps from the punch. He grimaced in pain, and loud wails escaped his mouth.
Gasps, mixed with a few shocked exclamations, came from the audience in the plaza.
Heavens!
This child's punch looked as tender as a cotton ball and as light as a feather, but it sent an uncle-master from Daybreak Sect back so many steps.
A few keen-eyed people saw how Uncle-Master Bi's left face rapidly swelled up in clear sight and turned into a giant red ball. The great power behind the punch was obvious.
"Master!" Qiao Cong watched his master get trounced with astonishment and disbelief.
