The world seemed to stand still, the disciples of the sword sect paused, they couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
Their fellow sect member fell like a puppet with cut strings. There was a fist sized hole on his chest.
Muyang looked confused as well, he looked at his fist like it was something he didn't recognise.
Then he took a deep breath, it finally set in and he realised he was stronger now. He knew it was because of that apple he ate.
Which meant his family was just as strong or perhaps even stronger since they ate two instead of one like him.
He didn't how wrong he was, his family had grown much stronger than before, strong enough to challenge a newly risen vessel holder physically.
However they didn't have the power to punch a hole through a Qi gathering stage cultivator.
Even though the man had underestimated Muyang, his body was still stronger than that of a normal human.
