บท 897: Little Rakshasa and the Rakshasa King! (1)

Master Sang's strength was at least equivalent to a Level Four Asura King, but he was actually sent flying by this little thing's fist. Compared to why it wanted to punch him, everyone wanted to know where their noble family master was.

Master Sang's body drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Everyone's gaze chased after him, chasing after him until he became a dot. Then, the small black dot disappeared.

So, where was the master?

The Sang family's experts were dumbfounded. Qing Yan and Shadow Six, who were following not far away, were also stunned.

"Did-did-did the Longevity Technique sealed in its body gone?" Shadow Six asked, dumbfounded.

Qing Yan nodded in horror. "I don't see much left."

Otherwise, why would it send someone to the ends of the world with a punch?