With the enhancement of supernatural speed, Chen Yang's palm strike had at least doubled in power compared to before.
Even though Zhao Han mobilized all his True Qi to protect his face, he still couldn't withstand the power of the palm.
Bang!
Zhao Han's face was smashed by the palm, his head driving his body backward, flying out more than ten meters before crashing into a truck behind him.
Clang!
The force of Chen Yang's strike was so fierce that the front of the truck was smashed to pieces, with Zhao Han's upper body embedded in the wreckage.
However, being a Baoyuan mirror, he hadn't died even after such a heavy blow.
He struggled to pull his head out of the wreckage, his face now misshapen from Chen Yang's punch; it was twisted horrifically, compacted together into a flat mass, almost as if it had been slapped into a pancake.
