BOOM!
A golden palm slammed wildly onto the ground...
The Dragon-Catching Hand smashed into the hard granite, leaving behind a massive, deep palm print. From a distance, it looked bottomless. And Chen Han's body had been blasted deep into the earth by that very palm strike!
"Hahaha..."
Seeing this, Zhang Qiyuan couldn't help but roar with laughter, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over Barbaric Bull.
"You little bastard, what were you saying just now? That Chen Han could defeat me in one move? Haha... he's lost his chance. I've already blasted him to smithereens. Sorry, I guess my power is just too great!"
Zhang Jiyuan was incredibly smug, almost beside himself with glee.
He looked at the palm print, which was dozens of feet deep... and couldn't help but roar with laughter as well.
'Go on, keep acting so tough!'
'Keep being so arrogant!'
'No matter how amazing you are, you can't beat my brother... an expert at the Grand Martial Master Level!'
