Chu Yuan staggered back a large step, his facial expression fluctuating between dark and light.
The punch just now seemed simple, but it actually carried a weight of a hundred catties, unleashed by a young child. Chu Yuan had never seen such Mystical Skills; no wonder he was so astonished.
That Chu Yuan could withstand a hit from the Ghost God Fist was also beyond Xin Lin's expectation.
The Ghost God Fist was her most formidable move. If that punch had not inflicted serious injury on Chu Yuan...
"Unexpectedly, you little mongrel have some capabilities, not only a Spirit Warrior but also knowledgeable in Mystical Skills. With that, I can't let you live."
Chu Yuan took a moment to regulate his breathing, which soon smoothed out.
He unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the inner clothing.
Xin Lin took a careful look and discovered that Chu Yuan was wearing soft armor underneath. It was because of the Beast Skin Armor that he had escaped disaster from the previous punch.
