"Little Shan, be careful!"
Luo Meili screamed in horror.
"A sneak attack?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's mouth curled into a cold smile, as he had already achieved Qi Transformation, and his spiritual perception range had grown stronger than before.
Moreover, while previously he had needed to actively sense it, now he could perceive passively.
As long as there was any slight disturbance, he would be the first to notice the anomaly.
Continuing to grasp Liu Xinran's throat with one hand, he twisted his body and threw a punch.
"Bang."
The fists and palms of the two collided against each other.
An immense sound was immediately produced.
It was as if two wooden pillars had smashed into each other.
An even match?
"Heh, kid, do you think it's over just like that? Let me show you the power of Qi Condensation."
The robe of the middle-aged man in hemp clothes suddenly puffed up, and a terrifying energy gathered in his palm.
True Qi.
