"Rise for me!" the elder roared.
Crack!
With the bronze statue at the center, the ground cracked all around, and the statue rose up from the ground along with its concrete pillar. The pillar was hoisted up, bringing with it a large chunk of concrete, revealing the yellow earth beneath.
"Oh my god!"
"Heavens, is this old man that powerful?"
"Is he… even human?"
Ordinary people were already scared wide-eyed by the sight. The old man was no more than 1.7 meters tall, his body frail, his cheekbones prominent, and his hair gray. He was dressed in a loose-fitting linen Tang suit; while the weather was warm, it was still chilly in March after all.
"This…"
"He must have the strength of 30,000 jin."
"Definitely more, look how effortlessly he does it, how light his steps are, he still has strength to spare. This old man…"
The disciples of Jingwu Martial Arts School also broke out into a cold sweat.
