The next second, Mo Zidan suddenly appeared in front of Qin Jiang.
A sharp punch, filled with fierce wind, smashed toward Qin Jiang's chest.
Qin Jiang didn't offer any resistance; to him, it was no different than leaving his door wide open for a thief.
In his view, Qin Jiang must have been frightened out of his wits, which was why he just stood there without moving an inch.
Otherwise, even a fool would dodge when faced with an attack.
Just as his fists were about to hit Qin Jiang, Qin Jiang abruptly moved.
He waved his hand, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body, covering Mo Zidan entirely and causing him to stiffen.
Hmm?
Mo Zidan immediately felt as though he was being crushed by a mountain, even breathing became difficult.
And the fists he had aimed at Qin Jiang had also been stopped by a force, and despite using all his strength, his fists couldn't advance even half an inch.
How is this possible?
