Ancient Tuo Zen Master was sent flying back eight hundred meters before he could barely stabilize himself.
Although he managed to steady himself, a bloody cut had opened up on the palm of his right hand, and a trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly.
The entire scene fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Luo, their eyes wide and round.
After a quiet moment.
A sound like a landslide or tsunami erupted from the crowd.
"Oh my god, is this kid really that strong? He actually sent Ancient Tuo flying with one punch?!"
"And what's more, Ancient Tuo Zen Master was actually injured by this kid's punch!"
"Both being Early Stage Heavenly Immortals, how is this kid stronger than Ancient Tuo Zen Master?!"
"You should know, the disparity between Heavenly Immortals of the same realm shouldn't be this big!"
Everyone present voiced their shock, finding it inconceivable.
