C1833 The Halfstep Martial Saint

"Humph!" Han Feng sneered. His small body dodged at a strange speed, almost brushing past the attacks of the Martial Grandmasters and appearing in front of them.

The Martial Grandmasters were shocked. What a fast speed.

Han Feng's attack was swift. His index and middle fingers were aligned, and they suddenly appeared like afterimages as they pointed at the Dantian of the Martial Grandmasters