Many people did not think highly of Yang Chen's challenge against Long Xingyu. It was not that, in the contest between Yang Chen and Long Xingyu, they favored Long Xingyu more.
On the contrary, they hoped even more that Yang Chen would win.
It was simply that, in many respects, they felt Yang Chen was still too young.
First, the palm techniques of the Imperial Dao Sect were already renowned far and wide—overbearing and difficult to counter. Second, Long Xingyu's own strength surpassed Yang Chen's. Even though Yang Chen had gained the upper hand in his clash with the Immortal Demon some days ago, that had been a matter of overall strength.
Yet today, Long Xingyu wanted to compare palm techniques alone, and Yang Chen had agreed so readily. If that was not youthful naivety, what was?
However, no one carefully observed him. Had they done so, they would have discovered that Yang Chen's face showed not the slightest hint of tension or panic.
All he had was composure.
The corners of Yang Chen's lips rose. He had to admit that the Fierce Tiger Roaring Mountain Palm was indeed a formidable palm technique. Unfortunately, Long Xingyu had met him.
Yang Chen gently raised his hand. Facing the roaring charge of the tiger horde, he merely sent out a palm strike with a thunderous boom.
That strike was accompanied by an enormous palm imprint.
It was precisely the Black Mountain Black Cloud Palm.
The Black Mountain Black Cloud Palm might not have been the king of all palm techniques, but it was not something any random palm technique could provoke. Containing the essence blood of the Black Mountain Black Bear, a king among demon beasts, wherever this palm technique passed, the tiger horde scattered and collapsed!
"What? Impossible!" Long Xingyu's pupils