"Yes, Master, your disciple will definitely comprehend it, and I will never disappoint you!"
Meng Chong bowed excitedly in salute.
"I believe in you!"
Li Xuan nodded and shot into the sky, vanishing in an instant.
Meng Chong took a deep breath, looking at the traces left behind by his master's execution of the Wind-Thunder Vajra Fist, then closed his eyes, with the scene of his master displaying the Wind-Thunder Vajra Fist emerging in his mind.
It was fierce and swift, like the terrifying power of thunder.
It was pervasive, like a fierce wind, finding its way through every opening.
His heart was inexplicably shocked. Could such terrifying power really be displayed by someone in the perfect stage of the Qi-Blood Realm?
"Master has passed on the way of the fist, not just fist techniques!
