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.
And then,
Su Chen once again circulated his Divine Soul Power and Mysterious Qi Power, transforming it into Physical Strength, and then, he threw a punch!!!
This punch collided head-on with that black, deathly still Palm Seal.
Crash...
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.
But,