Long Hao excitedly exclaimed, "No, father, I've already achieved Innate Martial Arts."
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Hao immediately demonstrated his Inner Strength.
"Whoosh." A surge of strong wind swept across, almost blowing away the dishes on the table.
Mr. Bole didn't notice, and was splashed with soup.
Pang Xiangliang leapt up fiercely, swung both hands forward, and sent the dishes flying towards Elder Master Long.
Elder Master Long was taken aback as well, waving his hand to counter the flying dishes.
In an instant, dishes were flying all over, ensuing utter chaos.
However, on Mo Huasong and Long Yun's side, a protective qi barrier appeared, blocking the food from reaching them.
Long Weiguo, paying no attention to his own messy appearance, stared at Long Hao in surprise. "Long Hao, you really achieved Innate Martial Arts?"
