Su Chen’s expression became even graver, and his face grew paler; the Palm Seal was already almost upon him, the pressure of its Qi nearly making him retreat.
But, he endured, standing his ground without moving an inch.
Su Chen once again circulated his Divine Soul Power and Mysterious Qi Power, transforming it into Physical Strength, and then, he threw a punch!!! Googlᴇ search NoveI[F]ire.net
This punch collided head-on with that black, deathly still Palm Seal.
A piercing sound violently rippled through the air.
Blood flew in all directions.
Su Chen’s fist simply dissolved into the Void; even his entire forearm turned into nothingness.
Su Chen was sent flying backward!
The remaining half of his right arm was riddled with cracks, covered in tortoise-like patterns.
In midair as he flew,
Su Chen was like a dying flame scattering, gasping for air, his clothes already soaked with blood.
His face was as white as chalk, utterly devoid of color.
his eyes remained bright, very bright.
Su Chen landed on the ground.
As soon as he hit the ground, a huge crater formed, with Su Chen buried under the scattered gravel and dust, his body looking like a covered corpse.
And those pieces of gravel and dust were quickly stained with fresh blood.
Red in a disturbing manner, chillingly red.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Chen coughed violently.
A trace of surprise flickered deep in Xu Zhenxiong’s eyes.
Su Chen actually hadn’t died?!
His punch had been with full strength, without holding anything back.
Normally, such a punch would send an Eighth Stage Hollow Void Realm warrior straight to the Yellow Springs.
This young man, merely at the Noble Realm, somehow...
For thousands of years, Xu Zhenxiong had encountered too many geniuses, among them many monsters, but definitely none who could cross so many Realms without dying.
However, whether Su Chen was a monster or how talented he was, it didn’t matter to Xu Zhenxiong, nor would it make him have the slightest bit of admiration, because Su Chen had cursed Yaoyao, had hit Yaoyao.
Even if Su Chen was the number one genius of the Divine Wind Continent, he had to die; he must die.
"Su Chen, Su Chen, Su Chen, how are you?" At the same time, Ling Long hurried over, her face filled with anxiety, shock, and concern.
"I won’t die!" Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Chen, while coughing up blood, shakily stood up.
His entire form was barely recognizable as human.
From beginning to end, he didn’t utter a single word of pain, didn’t let out a scream; it seemed as if the blood covering him wasn’t his, as if the absence of his forearm was just an illusion.
He remained so quiet!
Especially his eyes, calm as still water!
"What a peculiar lad, such a pity!" Xu Zhenxiong thought, and then, he began to step forward, walking towards Su Chen!!!
"No, Uncle Xu, please spare Su Chen! I beg you!" Ling Long shouted, her voice carrying a sob, "I beg you!"
Unfortunately, Xu Zhenxiong completely ignored Ling Long.
He didn’t pay any attention at all.
Lying on the ground, with her injuries slowly healing, Xu Yaoyao had an unexpected expression. Watching Su Chen’s miserable state, she felt no pleasure or the anticipated satisfaction of revenge.
Instead, there was a serious curiosity.
She stared at Su Chen.
She couldn’t understand, didn’t Su Chen feel any pain?!
Why did Su Chen show no signs of pain at all?
Just now, the injuries she had suffered, although lighter than what Su Chen was enduring, still caused her to weep and tremble in pain.
She stared at Su Chen, silent.
"Boy, you really have a tough life, surviving a palm strike from this old man without dying, not bad. I actually appreciate you for that, so I’ll give you a chance. Kneel down now, apologize to Yaoyao, and if you do as said, this old man will grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I assure you, you will face a death so miserable and painful that you can’t even imagine it!" Soon, Xu Zhenxiong stood in front of Su Chen, looking him in the eye, and spoke earnestly.
His voice was still so silent.
"Old fool, you are thinking too much!" The next second, Su Chen laughed, that horrifying smile spread across his blood-covered face, and in his hand, he already grasped the Burning Heaven Sword.