On the mountaintop, the strong wind overflowed, and the flowers and grass swayed like green waves.
Long Qing had maintained the posture of throwing a punch, his face showing disbelief.
"How could this be…"
His eyes were wide open, with shockwaves surging in his heart. Following his gaze, one could see that his right fist was blocked by An Hao with one finger.
His fist was pressed against by An Hao's index finger, giving him the sensation of pushing against a mountain.
No!
Even a mountain was not so hard!
An Hao's hair was blown about, and he stared at Long Qing, slightly lifting the corners of his mouth as he smiled, "Your reaction is not bad, but it seems you haven't fully mastered your strength, or should I say, you have no clue what kind of power you possess at the moment."