Chapter: Promotion ceremony (9)

"Please don't die," hoped Yang Qing as he held nothing back in his punch.

The region around them had already been sealed by the domain experts around, the moment they detected Yang Qing was about to take action.

A thunderous bellowing darkness swallowed the shocked sect master of the Flying feather sword sect whole accompanied by crackling sounds of white lightning.

Yang Qing could detect that his punch was much more refined than it usually was. This was thanks to the heightened effect of the Veiled Destiny which gave him the senses of a domain-level expert.

With this discovery, he was much more eager to try all his other techniques to try and deepen his understanding of them while he still had the chance to, and the only person who could give him that chance was currently swallowed in his fist of oblivion.