This time, Zhou Gu, Chen Bin, and Zhou Haiqing, who were high in the sky, finally saw Su Mu's punch clearly.
Zhou Haiqing's eyes narrowed sharply; it turned out he hadn't been mistaken.
This punch still lacked any powerful qi and blood fluctuation, nor did it reveal the brilliance of Gang Qi. It seemed like a punch haphazardly swung by a three-year-old child.
A punch that appeared devoid of any momentum yet resembled a black hole, drawing the attention of everyone on the field in an instant.
Everyone saw Su Mu's right arm like a pair of dragons awakening, ready to soar, dragon scales dancing.
It was as if a volcano erupted beneath every inch of flesh, and at the moment of the strike, the surrounding air twisted and solidified instantly, and a piercing buzzing rang out, as if space itself could barely withstand this punch!
This punch seemed to say...
Who is the real dragon!
