"Old Liu?"
Chen Zifeng's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly walked a few steps, placing his hand under the burly man's nose.
How is this possible?
His gaze had been on Lu Ning the whole time.
From the moment he struck to when the burly man was sent flying, he hadn't felt the slightest ripple of True Qi.
Could it be that this kid was born with Divine Power?
Otherwise, how could he be explained?
With just the power of his flesh, he kicked a Seventh Rank Martial Artist to death?
Isn't that preposterous?
"Brother Feng, let's go together and avenge Old Liu!"
The remaining dozen or so men in black, said angrily.
"Good!"
Chen Zifeng nodded coldly.
He wanted to see what other tricks Lu Ning had up his sleeve.
"Attack!"
The dozen men in black, almost all at the level of Ninth Grade to Eighth-grade combat strength.
They could almost match a typical special forces soldier.
Like hyenas, they charged at Lu Ning with ferocious momentum.
Crack...