"Of course it's true!"
Certain he had victory in the bag, Yan Penghong answered without hesitation!
"All right!"
With that, Xiao Lin began rolling up his sleeves.
But don't get the wrong idea. Xiao Lin was only trying to gauge how much strength to use.
After all, if he accidentally killed Yan Penghong, how would he learn the secret behind his transformation?
It wasn't essential, but Xiao Lin was bored.
"I'm a Dou Emperor. I'll let you make the first move. Come on!"
Yan Penghong really didn't know what he was up against!
"Are you sure? If you let me go first, you won't get another chance."
Xiao Lin gave him a friendly warning.
"Hah! Xiao Lin, show me how you're going to deny me that chance!"
Clearly, Yan Penghong still refused to believe him.
"Fine. You asked for it. Don't blame me later for not giving you a chance."
With that, Xiao Lin slowly raised his right hand.
At the same time, ocher Dou Qi gathered in his palm.
Yan Penghong was merely a Dou Emperor. He wasn't worth using Astral Dou Qi on!
But just as Xiao Lin was about to strike, he had second thoughts.
The ocher Dou Qi gathered in his palm thinned a little.
"Hm?"
Yan Penghong noticed, of course.
He was just about to fly into a rage at Xiao Lin's show of contempt when Xiao Lin moved.
Smack!
"Rock-Splitting Palm!"
With Xiao Lin's low shout, his right hand clenched into a fist!
Boom!
The next instant, an enormous hand of rock appeared out of thin air and seized the unprepared Yan Penghong in its grip.
Crack!
"Urgh!"
Bones splintered, and Yan Penghong spat a mouthful of blood.
"H-how is this possible?"
His words came in broken gasps, and he kept coughing up blood.