Zhou Yu felt the imposing aura emanating from Fang Wuhan.
His eyes narrowed.
"This man is an absolute expert!"
Without a second word, he immediately reached out and pushed Chen Feihu and Mi Lan away.
Two gentle streams of True Qi pushed them far away from himself.
Then, Fang Wuhan's fist had already thundered towards Zhou Yu.
The sandbag-sized iron fist charged straight at Zhou Yu's face.
Although the punch was fierce, Zhou Yu was no pushover.
With the enhancement of the Divine Touch, he had already clearly sensed the direction of the force behind Fang Wuhan's punch. His foot stomped fiercely, and his body snapped backward, dodging the punch.
This scene somewhat surprised Fang Wuhan.
Although the punch was mostly a feint, it was equivalent to the full force of an early Holy Realm master.
If he wasn't sensing it wrong, Zhou Yu was only at the Great Innate Peak, yet he dodged it so effortlessly.
Fang Wuhan frowned and said,
"You... aren't at the Great Innate Peak?"
