C938 Who Cares What It Is!

Xiao Yong threw out a punch, then used his right hand to grab the tree bark. He endured the intense pain and jumped up, returning to the tree branch. He turned his head to look at the other side. He was amazed by his own punch.

What kind of punch was this? Wherever the wind of the fist passed, the leaves would tremble for a moment, then shatter and dissipate with the wind