Mr. Wang roared loudly, bursting out with rage. With his hand, a giant black palm formed and struck hard at Su Chen.

"Break it for me!"

Su Chen snorted softly, raised his right hand, suddenly turned it into a fist, and punched it out.

boom!

A shocking loud noise was heard.

The giant black palm collapsed.

Su Chen's punch also collapsed.

"A little ant dares to jump around and die!"

Mr. Wang's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he snorted coldly.

Just now, he only used one-tenth of his strength.

"Tian Yang Fist!"

The Second Master Wang laughed ferociously, and with a wave of his hand, vast spiritual energy spurted out, forming a giant sun that moved with a roar.

Tianyang Fist is a low-grade Xuan-level martial art that can condense the divine yang of heaven and earth, with overwhelming power.

There was a rumble.

The Second Master Wang was full of majestic momentum. He reached out and grabbed it, and the divine sun came across the sky and enveloped all directions.

"It's interesting, Tianyang Jue, you have actually reached the level of great success. It's a pity..."

Su Chen's voice was faint, and when it came out, his face showed a look of contempt for the world.

"What's the pity?"

A cold light flashed on Mr. Wang's face and he roared angrily.

He was very unhappy with Su Chen's always calm expression!

"It's a pity that this little power of Shenyang can't shake me, Su Chen."
Chapter completed!