"Such powerful punching force, I could probably smash a Martial Soul Realm expert to death with one punch, right?"
Sikong Jing muttered softly and then laughed, "Indeed, it's a great gain. Let's call it... Golden Dragon Fist!"
Behind him, Yisuo stared in awe.
Could this apprentice actually be an Inner Palace student in disguise, capable of repelling even the air stream?
The punching force dissipated, and the air stream pressed down again.
Sikong Jing turned to look back at Yisuo and asked, "Senior brother, are you okay?"
"I'm managing, with you blocking it for me I can hold on, but probably not for much longer."
Yisuo snapped back to reality, still feeling the effects of the air stream even though Sikong Jing was shielding him.
"We should not be far from the exit now; I need to speed up, we'll soon be ascending the mountain."
