A Fierce Battle Against Two Grandmasters

Li Changfeng's face darkened at the words. He had not expected such a powerful attack to still fail to break through his defenses. With a flash, he frantically retreated, avoiding its edge!

Seeing this, the Flower-Picking Monk let out a sinister laugh and lunged after him, giving Li Changfeng no chance to catch his breath. In an instant, he flashed to Li Changfeng's side and swept out a powerful leg shadow, sending a ferocious blast of force straight for Li Changfeng's waist.

Li Changfeng's pupils contracted. He leaped into the air and narrowly evaded the heavy, powerful kick. The violent blast force swept through the forest behind him, snapping every tree and stirring up fierce gusts of wind.

Seizing the chance, Li Changfeng struck in midair. Jianglong power surged forth, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars. Li Changfeng unleashed three consecutive palms, their force fierce and domineering like mad dragons leaving their lairs, slamming directly into the Flower-Picking Monk's head.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Li Changfeng's palm force struck the Flower-Picking Monk's head as though it had hit incomparably hard metal and stone, numbing his palms slightly and sending him staggering backward. Although the Flower-Picking Monk took all three palms head-on without suffering any serious injuries, the blows still left him dizzy.

Li Changfeng's eyes narrowed. True Qi erupted from his entire body as he unleashed the first stance of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use. Streams of crimson Stupa True Qi slowly gathered within his dantian.

His Qi sank into his dantian, his stance bent like a bow as he moved like a dragon. An aura of an ancient savage beast erupted from his body. Both palms shot out violently, and a mighty dragon roar resounded as surging palm intent burst forth.

Making his palm force