"He's got some strength."
Zhang Xuanmu said coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly, his ferocious killing intent undisguised.
"Boom!"
As he spoke, Zhang Xuanmu exerted his full power and immediately stepped on the ground, his body turning into a streak of black lightning shooting out, arriving in an instant.
"Boom!"
"Buzz!"
Zhang Xuanmu's vicious palm struck Feng Wuchen's chest. Feng Wuchen stood still, and with a thunderous explosion, the force of this palm was even more terrifying than before, shaking the Xuan Ying Sect with its shockwaves.
What shocked Zhang Xuanmu was that his palm still couldn't move Feng Wuchen an inch!
"This..." Zhang Xuanmu's face filled with shock, he couldn't even finish his sentence as he stared at Feng Wuchen with wide eyes.
"..." The tens of thousands of disciples of the Xuan Ying Sect were silent, all stunned like statues.
Feng Wuchen remained unmoved, not employing any power, relying entirely on his body to endure Zhang Xuanmu's terrible force.
