Upon hearing the excited sound of his nephew running towards the gate, Zhu Shun couldn't help but reveal a joyful smile.
Hoo...
The gate opened, and a small fist suddenly punched straight out, aiming squarely at Zhu Shun's chest.
Zhu Shun raised his eyebrows, not blocking it with his hand, but instead relaxed his pores slightly, lowering the defense of his skin membrane, and smilingly used his chest to catch the fist.
Pa...
This ordinary punch naturally couldn't cause any harm to Zhu Shun.
However, after catching this punch, Zhu Shun's expression instantly froze, as he looked down at his less-than-nine-year-old nephew Huang Tianxi, his face full of shock.
"Eight thousand nine hundred pounds, good kid!"
Huang Tianxi was bare-chested, wearing only cotton pants, clearly having been cultivating just now. Seeing the shock on his uncle Zhu Shun's face, a hint of pride appeared on his, he chuckled and said, "I told you, Uncle, you'd definitely be surprised this time!"
