Lin Chuan has already broken through to the fourth layer of the Heavenly Heart Skill imprint; even Qin Tianfeng is no match for him. Their palms collided, and Qin Tianfeng flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
Qin Tianfeng flew backward, landing two meters away with a thud. Lin Chuan's figure flashed and appeared beside him, seeing blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Qin Tianfeng was severely injured by Lin Chuan's two strikes. He looked at Lin Chuan with resentment and said, "Who are you really?"
Lin Chuan gave a cold laugh and said, "A real man stands by his name; I am called Lin Chuan."
Lin Chuan?
The name sounded familiar. Qin Tianfeng paused and said, "There is no enmity between us. Why are you bothering me?"
Lin Chuan sneered, "I've told you before, your Maoshan Tao used dark arts to create puppets, committing many heinous acts."
