"Not good! Master!"
Seeing Feng Wuchen flying off, Mo Xuantian was shocked, almost causing his heart to leap out.
"Disciple meant no offense; please, Master, punish me." Mo Xuantian hurriedly knelt to admit his mistake.
"Get up," Feng Wuchen said calmly. Though he was forced back by the violent power, it did not harm him.
"Master, are you alright?" Mo Xuantian asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Feng Wuchen shook his head slightly and said, "Your power is strong, and your speed is terrifyingly great, almost perfect. You should know the realm your punch reached; even against a powerful opponent using Divine Art, you could counter it with a punch or a kick. The strength of body techniques, once mastered, is no less formidable than Divine Art or even Sacred Decree."
"Mm! Disciple understands! Thank you, Master, for your guidance!" Mo Xuantian expressed his gratitude with cupped hands.
