Li Bashan nodded slightly, his large hand as broad as a palm leaf grasped Song Heng's shoulder and, with an effortless push, sidestepped him with ease, then briskly walked away carrying a wooden bucket.
Song Heng felt his scalp tingle and split with fear as the enormous hand swept over his head, momentarily blocking his view.
In that brief moment, he felt as if the blood in his veins had frozen, a chill shooting from his spine to his head, his entire body engulfed in fear and shock.
It's not an exaggeration; the reason Song Heng was promoted to be the division head is that his combat power, for better or worse, had reached the third grade level.
Therefore, when faced with a powerful life force, his body naturally developed a subtle instinctual warning, a reflexive response of a Martial Artist to a potential threat.
What kept him from losing courage entirely was still his mere third-grade power level.
