Xue Jing's eyes showed astonishment from the sidelines.
This was the realm of "Strength Reaching Four Extremities," where Power penetrated even the most minute parts of the body, allowing even the hair to be controlled freely.
It was even possible to flick one's hair to pierce through the human body, using hair to kill.
Jiao Hongyuan's expression changed slightly.
"Wait a minute!"
However, Meng Boshang paid no attention to his plea.
In the blink of an eye, his enormous and robust figure vanished from its original spot.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Jiao Hongyuan.
That sandbag-sized fist swung towards Jiao Hongyuan's aged face.
The air around them trembled, and concentric waves of energy erupted from the punch, blowing so fiercely that those nearby could hardly keep their eyes open.
And as the direct target of this punch, Jiao Hongyuan felt an immense sense of oppression.
