Han Hexuan was so furious that smoke poured from eight of his orifices. As the only Great Grandmaster beyond the frontier, what sort of person had he not seen? Yet somehow, he really had never encountered a little thing like Wang Chong.
Clearly...
Fuck, he really had made him cough up blood and flee with a single palm strike!
This was very difficult to explain, with all sorts of twists and turns involved.
The first time he faced Wang Chong, he had genuinely wanted to kill him, but only in the sense of killing him in passing.
The enmity between the Eighteen Tribes of the Great Grassland and the Central Plains ran as deep as a boundless sea of blood. Having encountered a young Han master, Han Hexuan had merely acted on a whim to cut down a powerful enemy while he was still a seedling.
He still wanted to now, but there was genuinely some personal resentment involved.
How could Han Hexuan fear a mere Grandmaster? He struck out with a palm as well, and the two met head-on.
Wang Chong gave a muffled grunt, while Han Hexuan shuddered from head to toe. Judging by appearances, they were actually evenly matched.
Watching from the side, Gao Gun could not help being astonished. He thought, How could Wang Chong take Han Hexuan's palm head-on without falling behind?
Wang Chong took a step back and said, "Impressive. You truly deserve to be called a Great Grandmaster. You actually managed to withstand a palm strike from me."
Han Hexuan nearly lost his composure. He thrust both palms forward, unleashing a raging gale. Wang Chong answered with another Prajna Blade, and on the surface, the two remained evenly matched. Gao Gun found it exceedingly strange. Even if he clashed head-on with Han Hexuan