Hou Jianfeng was not someone who didn't know quality. That golden goblet just now was made of pure gold; its high value was one thing, but being able to melt it in the palm of his hand was quite another.
The melting point of pure gold was as high as a thousand degrees. Just how formidable must this young man's internal energy be to melt such a sizable piece of gold?
Coupled with the palm strike Lin Ce had just delivered to Hou Zhennan—neat, decisive, and filled with intense murderous intent—Hou Jianfeng could sense that this still wasn't Lin Ce's full strength.
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