Before the voice had faded, John stomped hard on the ground. Using the recoil, he leaped into the air like an eagle swooping down, charging straight at Lin Beichen: "Die!"
Accompanied by a furious roar, John's right fist, as large as a cooking pot, cut through the air, accompanied by deafening sonic booms, smashing fiercely toward Lin Beichen's forehead.
Where the fist traveled, a gale whipped up, blowing the surrounding decorations into disarray. Not far away, a plaque hanging on the wall crashed to the ground under the force of the punch.
Powerful!
Incredibly powerful!
This punch landed with the force of a thousand thunderbolts. Was this truly a strength humans could achieve?
The remaining direct descendants of the Luo Family in the room were stunned. They raised their heads in shock, eyes wide and mouths agape, looking at John in disbelief, unable to trust their own eyes and ears.
After the shock, including Roger, they felt an unexpected joy.
