"Ah!"
Screams pierced the sky. Several disciples who were relatively close to the mountain gate were directly smashed into a pulp by the boulders rolling down from the sky. Dust filled the air, and flesh and blood flew in all directions.
Bang!
It was at this moment that two figures separated, retreating explosively backwards until, after a distance of several dozen yards, they finally stopped.
Master Lie Huo stood on a giant boulder in the ruins of the mountain gate, his eyes heavy with gravity as he looked at Xiao Zheng and said, "You are very powerful."
At this moment, Master Lie Huo dared not underestimate Xiao Zheng anymore, because in the battle that had just taken place, Xiao Zheng had demonstrated strength that was not the slightest bit inferior to his.
"You are not weak either," Xiao Zheng said with his hands behind his back, standing calmly on the flat ground, "Among middle-stage Grandmasters, you can be considered a strong one."
