"Boom!"
A tremendous roar erupted, sending invisible shockwaves spreading in all directions, as the earth trembled and gales howled and surged.
Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and Huang Gu simply could not withstand the residual force and were shaken back several yards before finally steadying themselves.
Even though there wasn't a large gap between their realms and Ning Fan's, in reality, they were far from comparable.
After steadying themselves, they both looked up in unison, filled with hope.
Yet, the opening of the gate they were hoping for did not occur.
The White Mist Gate seemed to be in a different space entirely; Ning Fan's punch just now had distorted the air around it, but had not affected the gate in the slightest.
"Let's do it again."
Ning Fan swiped his right palm over the Qiankun Ring, and the Jadestone Mini-sword fell into his grasp, his robust Spiritual Power pouring into it.