BANG!
BOOM!
Chen Han slowly walked toward Zhang Qiyuan.
As he advanced, the very space around him seemed to warp. The clash of their two auras produced a series of deafening explosions.
"Hiss..."
Seeing this, Zhang Qiyuan couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
He clearly hadn't expected Chen Han to possess such terrifying strength and couldn't hide his surprise.
"Hmph. So you do have some skill. No wonder Qin Feng saw something in you! But... do you really think you can act so brazenly just outside Profound Craft Sect City?"
After a moment of surprise, Zhang Qiyuan quickly recovered his senses.
He narrowed his eyes coldly as his aura gathered once more, pressing down on Chen Han like a raging dragon.
RUMBLE—
In that instant, a world-shattering suppressive force began to manifest.
The ground beneath Chen Han's feet was crushed by this aura, massive cracks spiderwebbing across its surface...
"ROAR!"
A roar escaped Chen Han's lips.
'Wind Thunder Palm!'
