As Su Chen's voice fell, he casually waved his hand and slapped Zhang Feng.
His palm formed in the void, spanning thousands of miles like the hand of heaven itself. With a slap like that, if it landed, let alone a mere quasi-saint, even a powerful figure at the Saint Realm would probably fare no better.
"How arrogant!" Zhang Feng was furious.
The golden palm in his hand once again came to life, vast might pouring forth as if an ancient god had awakened and gathered ten thousand starlights. Among them, a humanoid phantom condensed, shrouded in divine radiance, making its original features indiscernible.
The moment Zhang Feng attacked, he also stretched out a hand to grab Su Chen. Their palms collided in the air with dazzling brilliance. In but the blink of an eye, the golden talisman shattered thunderously.
Then, to Zhang Feng's disbelief, Su Chen's palm print descended upon him.
