Smack!
Wang Chen suddenly brought his palms together, and the talismans he had just acquired vanished in an instant.
He wagged a finger at the man in white.
To the man in white, that gesture was indescribably sarcastic—Wang Chen was clearly saying, "That won't do. If you have any other tricks or treasures, bring them out."
Naked contempt and humiliation!
Yet this cultivator was no ordinary man. Wang Chen's strength had forced him to calm down, and he swallowed his anger as he said, "Fellow Daoist's cultivation is profound. I concede defeat!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he shot backward, his figure swallowed by the night in an instant.
"Listen carefully, everyone! Master Yao's treasure is on this man!"
Just before disappearing, the man in white let out a thunderous roar.
Half of Taiwu City heard it loud and clear!
Wang Chen smiled.
His opponent's move was vicious enough—he had directly exposed the secret of Master Yao's treasure, instantly turning Wang Chen into the target of all.
Wang Chen did not care in the slightest. He even found it amusing.
But anyone who tried to set him up had to pay the price!
Then Wang Chen hurled a punch in the direction his opponent had fled.
The abundant vitality and blood within him ignited in an instant, his own potential abruptly erupting. Vast, mighty Innate true qi gathered in his fist and blasted forth like a cannonball.
Within the span of a breath, the fist force, brimming with destructive energy, caught up to the fleeing man in white.
The distance between him and Wang Chen had already exceeded a hundred paces. Just as he thought he had escaped with his life, it felt as if his back had been struck by a ten-thousand-jin hammer. His spine snapped with