A rumble erupted as the Supreme-Being youth, who had come along with Nangong Ming, fell heavily to the floor. Unceasing wales of anguish erupted from his mouth.
The Supreme-Being felt like his entire face no longer belonged to him. His nose was quite sore, making him experience a world of pain, and this caused his tears to flow unceasingly.
Nangong Ming sucked in a deep breath and looked at Bu Fang in shock. The latter had just sent a Supreme-Being expert flying away, after all.
Nangong Ming never expected the kid, who he hadn't taken seriously, to unexpectedly possess enough strength to send a Supreme-Being flying.
What was he carrying in his hands? Was that a wok? Was that what he had used to send a Supreme-Being flying away?
This was somewhat inconceivable; it was his first time ever witnessing someone fight with a wok.
Was that kid a chef?
