At once, the earth shook and the mountains trembled, dust billowing into the air. That small hill was actually sheared flat by half from this single palm strike!
"What... what kind of martial art is this?!"
Qiao Feng's face changed drastically.
He had roamed the martial world for decades and fought countless battles, yet he had never seen such bizarre martial arts—martial arts that could actually shift his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms away out of thin air!
In the instant Qiao Feng was stunned.
Lin Xuan moved.
He pushed Lingbo Weibu to its limit, his figure seeming to teleport as he crossed several zhang and appeared directly before Qiao Feng.
"Chief Qiao, you let me win."
Lin Xuan gave a soft shout and lightly sent his right palm toward Qiao Feng's chest.
The palm appeared slow and powerless, but Qiao Feng sensed an unprecedented, fatal danger!
With nowhere to evade, he could only roar and cross his arms before his chest, attempting to take the blow head-on.
Bang!
Their palms collided.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull impact.
Qiao Feng felt an unstoppable, sea-like torrent of true qi surge into his body like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Not only was this true qi fierce and tyrannical, it also possessed a strange quality where yin and yang intertwined, instantly shattering his defenses.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Qiao Feng's broad body staggered backward uncontrollably for more than ten steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground.
Only when he backed into a large tree did he barely manage to steady himself.
Qiao Feng raised his head and stared in shock at Lin Xuan, who stood where he was, completely unmoved.
Lin Xuan was still dressed in spotless white, without a speck of dust upon him.