CRACK!
A crisp sound of cracked knuckles came from Xiao Ming's fist which imbued an estimation of just how much strength he had struck out the fist earlier. In that simple looking move, he imbued nearly 80% of his strength in that punch. Without any moments of hanging suspense, the silhouette of the roaring tiger pulverized the colossal palm that had already slowed down due to the aura from Xiao Ming's attack. Luo Qing's expression changed midway as he tried to retreat and avoid the one who struck the palm earlier but he was too late.
PLOP!
A figure staggered down from the skies and landed in a chaotic and destabilized manner, nearly losing his bearing and falling to his knees in the process. It was none other than Luo Qing. Luo Qing was already a Natal General and it was clear from his aura that he was several notches stronger than Liu Haotian who Xiao Ming had faced in the recent past.