Long Chen raised his hand, and a palm struck out, violently colliding with Xuanyuan Madman's fist.
Bang.
A muffled sound suddenly erupted, like a dull drum that sent shivers down the spine.
After the collision, Long Chen remained unmoved, while Xuanyuan Madman was shaken back several steps, his arm trembling uncontrollably.
However, to prevent Long Chen from noticing, Xuanyuan Madman naturally placed one hand behind his back and did not make another move.
"Shall we continue?"
Long Chen stared at Xuanyuan Madman.
Despite just one exchange, Long Chen had already sensed that Xuanyuan Madman's True Qi was not to be underestimated.
If he was ten years younger, at the same cultivation level, a battle between them would likely require considerable effort for victory.
But unfortunately, there were no ifs!
After all, Xuanyuan Madman was not a cultivator, merely a martial artist.
Even though martial arts contain profound mysteries, he was still but a mortal at the end of the day.
