In the expansive grounds outside the Yangwu Hall of Qiu Dragon Mansion's General Martial Arts Association, before anyone could even blink.
A massive wave suddenly swept through!
The eleven Grand Protectors simultaneously looked shocked at the figure standing where their Old Seventh once stood.
Clad in a blue robe and tunic, the young man's body stood upright, one hand behind his back, and his clothes fluttered lightly from the residual force of a palm strike.
As for the Little Grandmaster Zhou Li, who originally stood there, he was shockingly blasted back ten zhang by a single palm strike!
"Seventh Junior Brother!"
"Old Seventh!"
In an instant, the eleven Grand Protectors all cried out in disbelief, looking toward Zhou Li, who slowly lifted his head, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled the minds of these eleven people.
How could this be?!
