"That guy Xu Hao isn't holding back at all. With a punch like that, forget a Tier Five Spirit Marquis—even a Tier Seven Spirit Marquis disciple wouldn't be able to block it!"
"Heh, this kid is a dead man!"
"A three-second moment of silence for this kid!"
Seeing Xu Hao's ferocious attack, the disciples below all had mocking looks on their faces, waiting for Shen Haoran to be crippled by Xu Hao's punch.
However, even facing such a powerful attack from Xu Hao, Shen Haoran's expression didn't change in the slightest. A casual smile played on his lips, and he looked utterly relaxed, as if the oncoming assault were nothing more than a warm spring breeze.
"Hmph, putting on an act. We'll see if you can still smile in a moment!" Seeing that Shen Haoran's face showed none of the terror he had imagined, Xu Hao snorted coldly. The force of his punch grew even more violent, and the friction between the air and his fist let out a series of piercing sonic booms.
BOOM...
