"Good!"
At Jiang Xiaobai's words, Chen Jian scarcely hesitated. He stamped his foot and shot forward.
"Interesting!"
The balding old man froze briefly at the sight, then a vicious grin spread across his face.
"A mere junior dares to attack me first!"
"You're courting death!"
As his words fell, a mighty surge of internal energy rippled out from him.
The surrounding grass and trees bowed beneath the pressure, and even the dust on the ground swirled into the air.
The balding old man raised his right hand and slammed his palm toward the charging Chen Jian.
"One Yang Finger!"
Facing that terrifying palm force, Chen Jian showed no fear. He raised his hand, curled his fingers, and pointed one forward.
Hiss!
Invisible internal energy burst from his fingertip, instantly piercing the oncoming palm force.
The vicious grin stiffened on the balding old man's face. A stabbing pain shot through his right hand, and his pupils contracted.
What kind of technique is this?
Before the balding old man could react, Chen Jian had already raised his right hand and clawed at the air toward him. "Star-Absorbing Great Technique!"
Boom!
A tremendous suction suddenly erupted.
The balding old man's robes billowed wildly, and his body slid uncontrollably toward Chen Jian.
"This..."
His expression changed, and he hurriedly mustered his internal energy to resist.
Even so, he could not stop himself from moving.
Seeing himself drawing ever closer to Chen Jian, the balding old man gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and struck the ground beneath him.
Bang!
Dirt flew everywhere as he used the recoil to flip into the air, forcibly breaking free.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Jian turned toward him again and raised his right hand once more.
"Star-Absorbing Great Technique!"
Again?
The balding