"Is it really possible?" Feng Heguang couldn't help but ask again.
Seeing this, Lou Yi remained silent.
He directly punched towards the sky.
A thunderous explosion was heard.
A column of white air, as thick as a thigh, shot vertically upwards toward the sky, seemingly connecting with the heavens above.
A wild goose happened to fly across the high sky.
It was hit by the air column and exploded into a blood-red firework in the air.
"This punch of mine holds eighty-eight thousand jin. Your great-grandfather probably couldn't achieve that."
"Eighty-eight thousand jin..."
Feng Heguang was shaken in his heart.
As the contemporary male heir of the Feng family, he naturally understood the significance of this power.
A normal martial artist maxes out at ten thousand jin strength; even if someone manages to break through, they can't exceed it by much.
His great-grandfather, however, was incredibly talented and had a unique encounter, allowing him to surpass quite a bit.
