However, the black-clad figure's strength clearly exceeded the expectations of the two; his speed was ridiculously fast. Before the old monk with the spear could reach him, his fist had already slammed into the face of the Vajra Master.
"Brother, this Vajra Master's skin membrane..."
Xiahou Zhang, who originally wanted to remind him, stopped before finishing his sentence, the fear in his eyes rising another level.
When the fist struck his face, the Vajra Master hurriedly raised both hands to block, just as before, his body shone with golden light, indeed catching the black-clad figure's fist. Yet, the opponent's strength clearly surpassed his by far.
His hands were directly pushed into his own face by the punch, his nose instantly broken, and his entire face caved in by about one or two centimeters.
Gulp...
