Yang Jing's current Mountain-Shattering Fist seemed just as fierce and powerful as before, yet it held a faint, indescribable mystique.
As his fists cut through the air, the resulting currents seemed guided by an unseen force. His footprints on the bluestone slabs were shallower, yet his power felt more profound and condensed. It was as if each punch contained the weight of a mountain, yet was executed with perfect control, free of any sluggishness.
"This..." Xu Hong clicked his tongue in amazement.
He had been immersed in Dark Energy for years, and his perception of the Martial Dao was far beyond that of an ordinary disciple, yet he couldn't fathom the changes in Yang Jing's fist technique.
It never even occurred to him that Yang Jing might have broken through to the Huajin realm.
'How could breaking through to Huajin be so easy?'
