"Big Brother!"
Xue Jing looked at the broad and robust figure in front of him and spoke with unsettled fright.
That instant just now was probably the closest he had ever come to death.
The speed that left his body completely unable to react, and the bone-chilling coldness on his neck...
He had no doubt that if that palm had touched him, it would have cut through his neck as easily as slicing through tofu.
'Is this... the gap between me and a true martial arts powerhouse?'
Xue Jing's gaze flickered.
The gap in strength was simply too great.
He had almost no ability to resist; if the other person wanted, he could have killed him on the spot.
Fortunately, he wasn't alone...
Meng Boshang turned his head to glance at Xue Jing, nodded, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he were smiling. It seemed like he was just saying hello.
