Before Wu Qiong had fallen from his realm, he truly was a martial artist who could almost touch the heights of the Heavenly Sect Grandmasters with just a lift of his hand. Among the countless martial artists under heaven, numbering well over a million, only a few could achieve this step. Although he had now dropped to the Fifth Rank, his foundation was still profoundly solid, far beyond what other warriors could aspire to.
This sudden sweep of his sleeve was launched with a surge of overwhelming Qi from his chest at its peak. Its fierceness was secondary to its immensity, almost rivaling the full effort of a Fourth Rank master. The resultant dust storm rolled forward like a long dragon, and broke through the large gates of the inn.
