Wu Chen flew into a towering rage!
To humiliate the Martial Saint was to humiliate their Black Tortoise Hall, and that meant humiliating their entire Martial Path world.
He stood where he was, legs slightly apart, and in the next instant, explosive cracks rang out from the muscles in his body. His entire frame visibly swelled by a full size.
His bulging muscles seemed to have been injected with reinforced steel and earth, bursting his clothes apart.
Those terrifying lines made one feel as if they could crush a person alive.
"The young master actually used Martial Astral Divine Power. That guy actually forced the young master this far."
"The other side is also a body cultivator. The exchange just now was practically like splitting bamboo in one stroke. If the young master didn't get serious, he really might lose."
"The other side has only just broken through to the Spirit Transformation stage, too. If he were late-stage Spirit Transformation, or at the peak, the young master would probably have a headache."
The burly men watching the excitement spoke one after another.
Inside and outside their words, they held Wu Chen up especially high.
Only late-stage Spirit Transformation would give him a headache?
Did that not mean the current Lin Heng was not even capable of making him use his trump card?
Lin Heng stood in the void and watched. Only when that fist filled with heavenly astral power fell before him did he finally move.
He slapped out with one palm.
Plain and unadorned, carrying no spell art or divine ability, only pure physical strength.
Bang!
Under that strike, Lin Heng was actually knocked back several dozen meters.
He raised his hand and looked. The center of his right palm was charred black, as if he had grabbed some