After shattering Foong Anlong's silver-white longsword with a punch, Su Chen's fist continued to advance!!!
In that moment, it was clear that Foong Anlong felt the embrace of the Grim Reaper, standing there dumbfounded, utterly at a loss, his mind a complete blank.
However.
A tenth of a breath later.
Su Chen's fist, just an inch away from Foong Anlong's head, came to a sudden stop.
Foong Anlong could feel the terrifying fist wind, stabbing at his scalp so painfully that he was certain Su Chen's punch, if it had landed, would have been enough to kill him a thousand, even ten thousand times over, but, Su Chen had indeed stopped.
At this moment.
Yu Jianbo was completely devastated, shock and trembling terror could no longer describe his emotions at that moment, he was like a soul lost, silently taking a seat.
All that remained was his rapid, heavy breathing.
If he didn't breathe deeply, he would even feel like he might suffocate!!!
