Li Suifeng held considerable prestige among the Hundred Schools of Thought, but in front of Xiao Qiang, he lacked even the ability to fight back. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was smashed seven or eight meters away, a sight too gruesome to bear. At first glance, he resembled a pierced bag riddled with thousands of holes.
"A fly is still a fly, merely increasing annoyance." Xiao Qiang appeared not to have moved at all, merely clapping his hands lightly to indicate that it had indeed been him who had struck earlier.
"What, such incredible speed! This Xiao Qiang is truly fearsome!" Han Tianzhan had caught a glimpse of Xiao Qiang's recent strike, and the speed of that strike was astonishingly fast, giving even him a feeling of palpitations.
Even he had only managed to grasp a few shadows.
