As the fist heavily landed on Baili An's chest, the sneer in Hao Nong's eyes finally dispersed.
Regardless of whether this young man would die today or not, he had at least felt that Baili An was seriously abiding by the rules, not using a trace of Spiritual Power, taking the punch head on.
To disregard one's life like that, it may well be, but he, Hao Nong, liked people who honored their promises.
The formidable Punching Power stirred up white waves of air in a fan shape, spreading outward and covering the majority of the space from view.
Hao Nong had never cultivated the ability to see Divine Skills with his eyes. He could not observe the situation beyond the airwaves, yet he could distinctly hear the heavy explosions emanating from behind the young man, collapsing the entire mountain peak.
Then the sound of rolling rocks followed.
After a long while, the wind gradually calmed down.
