"Emperor Fist of world-shocking quality, you are Innate..."
Real Man Dantai screamed as he flew backward, crashing through the banquet hall doors like a cannonball, and that wasn't the end of it; he continued flying out, directly blasting through the entrance of the outer hall.
Recall not long ago, Real Man Dantai had arrived walking on air, gracefully entering the banquet hall, his presence that of a true immortal, and yet now he was sent flying.
What comes around goes around, who does the heavens spare, don't play the hero!
Su Sheng thought to himself, Innate my foot, he was sure he was still a Great Grandmaster, it was just that the punch he threw just now packed a bit too much punch, which might have been due to the beast skin breathing rhythm perfectly syncing with his Emperor Fist.
