Before the three of them could even steady themselves, an enraged, frantic roar echoed out.
Mo Longteng roared, "Demon Peng, what happened to my father?"
Quicker than words could describe, his entire body erupted in roaring flames. Like a scorching Fire Phoenix, he threw a punch into the void.
The punch was immensely powerful, seemingly capable of shattering space itself. Wherever it passed, spacetime seemed to twist and distort.
'Damn, he's so fierce. He wasn't just putting on an act earlier, was he?'
Zhao Rui grimaced, silently grumbling to himself.
'I didn't get this Cultivation Technique when I copied his abilities earlier.'
"Your brother is incredible. What kind of Martial Arts is that? Do you know it?"
Zhao Rui asked, looking over at Mo Ling'Er.
"It was a unique opportunity for my brother; it's not a family technique. I can't do it."
"Oh!"
