"Indeed, that's quite formidable Spiritual Power."
Feeling the force of that punch, Ning Fan nodded slightly, and then threw a punch towards Zhang Xiong.
Boom!
The two fists collided, generating a sound so dull it was extreme.
Ning Fan and Zhang Xiong both stood motionless at their original positions.
"This kid is probably dead for sure."
"Look at him standing there without moving; he must have internal injuries that prevent him from moving."
"In less than three moments, this kid will undoubtedly be dead!"
The surrounding crowd saw this scene, discussing fervently, all thinking that Ning Fan had no chance of survival.
Fierce Lion also revealed a grin, his face full of malicious delight, "Kid, blame your misfortune for following the wrong Sect Master. Be more careful choosing in your next life."
However, just as his words fell, an overwhelming force transmitted from the fist, spreading unstoppable throughout his body.