"Ah!! An earthquake!!"
"Run! The building's going to collapse!!"
The guests next door and downstairs were scared out of their wits by the tremendous commotion. They screamed in terror and ran outside in disheveled clothes, thinking an eighth-magnitude earthquake had struck.
"You..."
Ye Chen reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with bewilderment as shock and fury churned within him.
He could not understand who this mysterious Astral Force martial artist before him was.
Nor could he understand why the other party had tried to kill him the moment he appeared.
Could he be a senior agent from the National Security Bureau?!
Had the authorities confirmed that I am the master of the Temple of the God of Slaughter and deliberately sent such a top expert to kill me and silence me?!
At that thought, Ye Chen's heart tightened. His gaze instantly turned incomparably grave as he stared fixedly at Lin Tianlong across from him as if facing a great enemy, raising his guard to the utmost.
Seeing that Ye Chen had actually endured his furious strike head-on without dying on the spot, a hint of surprise flashed through Lin Tianlong's aged, clouded eyes, which still gleamed sharply.
One had to know that he was a Grandmaster of Gang Jin who had immersed himself in martial arts for sixty years!
With one palm strike, he could punch a hole through even a steel plate.
This youngster, despite his age, had not only reached the same mid-stage Astral Force cultivation as him, but his body's resistance to blows far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Fine material. Truly fine material.
Lin Tianlong nodded inwardly. If this boy had not killed his beloved disciple, leaving them with an irreconcilable blood feud, then had he encountered