354 Bitterly Tricked

Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian suddenly opened their eyes wide. They sucked in a mouthful of cold breath. They looked at that pile of jade fragments utterly bewildered. Their bodies were drenched in cold sweat.

[This… was this done by Prime Minister?]

[Wasn't he supposed be lacking in martial arts?]

[This… how could this be?]

[This is purple jade ah! Its hardness is ten times that of granite!]

Jing Menghun was a Ninth Grade King Level Expert. His palm attack would surely break the table to pieces is he were to attempt the same. But achieving Diwu Qingrou's level of disintegration was impossible.

In fact, the difference was too big to compare.

[Is the Prime Minister… a peerless expert? Maybe an Emperor level expert?]