The martial arts training field was enveloped in dead silence, pierced only by the agonizing shrieks.
Park Jung-myeong bled from every orifice, lying on the ground and wailing in pain, which was profound, and his junior, Jiang Zhe, was hardly in better condition.
"Pathetic!"
Ying Yue shook his head lightly.
Indeed pathetic, he was only at the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation; compared to Great Saint Sun and All the Heavens and Buddhas, he was indeed miles and magnitudes behind!
Yet even so, he was still much stronger than these two Korean sticks.
"Impressive!"
"This is what a true master looks like!"
Cai Tianbiao and Sheng Qingshan among others had eyes gleaming with admiration and reverence as they looked at Ying Yue.
Strong!
Incredibly strong!
He was even stronger than the masters in movies and television shows!
One Lion's Roar Skill, and it terrified all directions!
