The three looked at Shi Feng, who had been punched through, only to see Shi Feng's face bearing a disdainful cold smirk, and then, the trio watched as the figure of Shi Feng gradually faded in their eyes, eventually dissipating into the air like mist.
Zhang Hu had punched through nothing but a mere afterimage of Shi Feng.
At this very moment, the real Shi Feng was lying supine on the ground. However, it appeared as though he was lying on the ground, when in actuality, under the delicate control of Shi Feng, his back was still a fist's distance away from the earth.
Zhang Hu, a Two-star Martial Spirit, although in Shi Feng's eyes, his Thunder Prison Electric Fist was full of shape but devoid of spirit, is still a strike from a Two-star Martial Spirit. Shi Feng felt there was no need to contend with him, so with a move of his body, he dodged out of the way.
