After both sides retreated several hundred meters, they stood still again.
The previous exchange had absolutely no impact on either of them - injury was simply impossible. For the two, it was merely a probe.
"Impressive! Su Chen, you're quite the talent! You've surprised me greatly!"
The Golden Crow Clan middle-aged man had an icy expression, his entire body radiating a terrifying aura of bloodlust like an infernal demon god. His eyes seemed to spew killing intent as he fixed his gaze on Su Chen, the rage in his chest no longer containable.
Back in the East Barrens, the Golden Crow Clan had frequently suffered losses at Su Chen's hands.
However, he did not expect that after coming to the Southern Region, the Thundercloud Hou Clan, who were on good terms with the Golden Crow Clan, would have a great saint directly fall by Su Chen's hand.
