"Wow!"
Suddenly, Chen Tianlong dashed forward at an incredible speed, astonishing everyone present, especially Ye Xiong, whose jaw nearly dropped—it was indeed the speed of an ancient martial cultivator.
Ye Xiong was puzzled, wondering how an ordinary martial artist could possess such speed, as it truly was bewildering.
However, actual combat not only requires speed, the most crucial element is still strength.
Ye Xiong, being a martial cultivator, was well-rounded in every aspect—attack power, speed, and defensive ability—all far superior to ordinary people. Seeing Chen Tianlong rushing towards Lin Wushuang, he could roughly guess what Chen Tianlong intended to do.
Thus, Ye Xiong's body swayed slightly and he stood in front of Chen Tianlong. But Chen Tianlong seemed not to care much and directly launched a punch.
"Boom!"
