Meanwhile, on the runway of the Magic Capital airport, two middle-aged men walked down with resolute steps. They were two martial artists who had been through countless battles. Lin Xiaolong and Zhao Qin saw them and greeted them warmly, after which they all drove off into the distance.
* * *
"What's going on here?"
Chen Zheng sat on the sofa, his brows furrowed in deep confusion. He felt that the mysterious power within his Dantian had completely transformed into something new, yet it was identical to the power that had emerged when he was practicing the "Golden Bell Shield." He tried to summon this new power, and a thread materialized in his hand. The thread wasn't transparent but possessed a unique glow.
He casually swung it, and a look of pleasant surprise spread across his face.
"This new power is even stronger, more resilient, and can extend up to twenty meters in length," Chen Zheng murmured softly before releasing the thread from his hand.
