580 Shock (2/2)

The power of his one punch was so formidable. If the youth went all out, then his combat ability… Bu Zhangkun had a core-shaking realization: the youth might have ability equivalent to his!

”How… how is this possible!” Wu Feng stared incredulously at Mo Wen. He had never expected that events would take such a dramatic turn. Shouldn't Mo Wen be the one who got punched? The dignified Danhuan Sect sect leader had actually been sent flying by a youth's punch.

This was his first time seeing Mo Wen in action. He had never imagined the scene to be so astonishing and exaggerated. How could a youth have such terrifying ability!

”Could it be that his combat ability is equivalent to that of an ancient martial art practitioner at the pinnacle of the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm?” Wu Feng uttered incredulously. A normal intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm practitioner would not be able to send Wang Qiangbiao flying with a punch.

”I'm afraid it's not that simple. This youth is terrifying.” Right now, Pavilion Leader Ye Rong's expression was serious too. Her judgment was on a level with Bu Zhangkun's. She could tell that the youth had merely extended a casual punch and had been able to cause such an impact. A casual punch from this youth was terrifying. What would his real ability be like?

She had never expected to actually encounter such a young unparalleled, freakish genius. A small inner world like the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension would never be able to produce such a genius. He was definitely not from the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension

Pavilion Leader Ye Rong had thought quickly about this youth. She was certain that Mo Wen was not from the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. The Purple Qi Pavilion had a long history and rich heritage; its existence was far longer than any other sect in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Their understanding of the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension was deeper than any other sect.

This youth's ability would most likely have reached the later stage Golden Elixir realm.

A later stage Golden Elixir realm practitioner who was twenty years old, or even younger. What kind of concept was that?

Wu Feng gulped down a mouthful of saliva. He couldn't fathom the terror that his master was describing. However, the ability that Mo Wen demonstrated just now was enough to frighten him. The youth was so young and his cultivation was already so deep. How on earth did the youth get to that stage?

Chen Wuhui, who had been healing himself through meditation all this while, suddenly opened his eyes. He stared at Mo Wen, shocked. His eyes were filled with amazement. He had known that Mo Wen wouldn't lose to Wang Qiangbiao's attack; however, he too had never imagined that Mo Wen would defeat Wang Qiangbiao so decisively.

Since Mo Wen had a soul attack that Wang Qiangbiao couldn't defend against, before this, when Wang Qiangbiao attacked Mo Wen, Chen Wuhui hadn't cared at all. However, he only guessed half of the story and not all of it.

”How can this be?” Chen Wuhui was feeling incredulous. He was supposed to be the one who had the best understanding of Mo Wen's actual ability. Leaving the soul attack aside, Mo Wen could more or less be comparable to a beginning stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner. Mo Wen was even weaker than them in some sense.

Since when had Mo Wen become this strong? Chen Wuhui had far more questions than many of the others. It was because he knew Mo Wen's true ability. Yet now, he realized that he no longer understood Mo Wen any more.

At the rock wall not far away, rubble tumbled and a figure crawled out from the rubble. He was fumbling. There were large patches of blood on his body.

He was none other than Wang Qiangbiao who had been sent flying by Mo Wen's punch. Right now, his face was as white as a sheet; his breathing was shallow. He couldn't even walk properly. Anyone could tell that Wang Qiangbiao was heavily injured. His injury was most likely severe too.

The sound of people drawing in cold breaths could be heard from the surrounding area again. The power of that one punch was most likely much more terrifying than anything they had imagined.

For a moment, the surrounding was dead silent. No one dared to speak.

”Sect leader…”

”Sect leader, are you alright...”

Two Danhuan Sect elders rushed towards Wang Qiangbiao, wearing worried expressions. They had never imagined the result would actually be like this. The dignified Danhuan Sect sect leader had been sent flying again and again by the youth's attacks, being cut a sorry figure. Since this had happened in front of so many Green Ancient Mystery Dimension ancient martial art practitioners, they had lost practically all face.

Wang Qiangbiao's eyes were bloodshot. He pushed the two elders aside forcefully, walking back towards Mo Wen with uneven steps. His gaze was fixed on Mo Wen. He looked as though he couldn't wait to eat Mo Wen up alive.

”What is it? Haven't had enough yet?” Mo Wen said as he coldly laughed, the corners of his mouth curling up.

”Brat… you… you…”

Wang Qiangbiao pointed at Mo Wen, unable to say anything for a while. He felt that he was going crazy. He had never imagined that he would end up like this one day.

”If you speak more nonsense, I'll send you to meet the King of Hell,” Mo Wen said somewhat impatiently.