The ear-piercing sound of an explosion echoed across the square, as if a planet had exploded, paining the eardrums.
An energy wave spread out in all directions.
Boom!
As the energy wave dissipated, a figure could be seen rapidly retreating.
Screech!
Bei Xin's body skidded across the ground. After retreating a hundred meters, he dropped to one knee, hands gripping the ground tightly to slow down.
Bei Xin knelt on one knee, his body trembling violently.
A drop of fresh blood dripped from the corner of Bei Xin's mouth.
The blood dripped onto the ground with a splash.
With a pale face, Bei Xin stared at Li Xiaoqiang, who stood in the center of the platform, one hand behind his back, slowly lowering his other hand, his eyes filled with shock.
The shock in Bei Xin's mind rendered him momentarily unable to think.
After a long while, he took a deep breath.
Hiss!
Who on earth is he?
He defeated me, Bei Xin, with just one hand?
