His speed was incredibly fast, like a tank shell shot out; in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of the artistic youth.
Swoosh!
The scimitar brought out a streak of silver light, furiously chopping down toward the head of the artistic youth, and in that moment, it seemed as if space itself was split open.
The artistic youth didn't dodge, looking at Zhang Heng with composed eyes, he simply extended his right hand, as if swatting a fly, and casually waved.
His motion was casual, but when it landed on Zhang Heng, it was like being struck full force by an invisible giant's arm; his body suddenly flew out.
Bang!
Zhang Heng flew several dozen meters and smashed into a wall.
Ugh!
Zhang Heng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Holy shit!"
Fei Xiao felt his scalp tingle. How strong Zhang Heng's combat power was, he knew very well, yet now he was slapped and sent flying?
Fei Xiao looked at the artistic-looking youth, dumbfounded. What was this guy's background?
