Almost simultaneously, the middle-aged A-San also unleashed a tremendously violent power, a fierce killing intent that even Qin Fang couldn't underestimate.
Qin Fang's steps halted, his complexion turned extremely grim, and his eyes stared dead at A-San, a captivating brilliance deep within them.
However, the A-San across from him seemed completely indifferent to Qin Fang's gaze, glaring at Qin Fang with an air of disregard.
This was understandable, for the Indian A-San's strength was indeed a level above Qin Fang's, and the mastery of yoga, like martial arts from Dragon Country, easy to learn but hard to master, once developed, becomes an exceptionally formidable skill...
The Indian A-San before him had cultivated yoga to the Grandmaster Mid-Stage, making his strength absolutely terrifying.
Qin Fang contemplated that even if he fought with all his might, he would at most be evenly matched with this person, and might even suffer a bit!
