Lin Chen watched the middle-aged man slowly approaching in a Tang suit, his eyes emitting a trace of coldness.
"Murong Qing, you've followed me all day. What is it that you want?" Lin Chen said coldly.
Murong Qing was startled, then sneered coldly, "It seems you've noticed me a long time ago. However, you are truly foolish. Knowing this, yet still you choose the path to your own demise."
Lin Chen smiled indifferently, "If you think you can kill me, you're not capable enough."
"Hahaha! Boy, you are too arrogant. You're merely at the later stage of Qi Refinement. Do you really think you are invincible?" Murong Qing suddenly burst into laughter.
"Whether I am or not, only a try will tell."
Accompanied by an explosive sound underfoot, Lin Chen's figure shot out explosively. In the blink of an eye, he was before Murong Qing. With the sound of breaking wind, his fist harshly smashed toward Murong Qing's shoulder.
