Punching the face was just the beginning.
In fact, putting his fist on Zhu Shiyao’s nose was more symbolic than practical.
Unlike Liu Li, Zhu Shiyao was not a full offensive type of cultivator. Stellar sword qi protected her body, making her skin seem like a mosaic of countless pieces of bright diamonds, which was incomparably hard.
Wang Lu has already used his real strength in that heavy fist, yet, it still didn’t cause her any actual harm. Zhu Shiyao only felt a bit dizzy and caused her to have a nosebleed, but it was no big deal… Luckily, she managed to see the perfect trajectory to dodge when the opponent swung the heavy fist.
However, with an ominous foreboding, she knew that the battle was not over, and her situation was very delicate.
