After hearing Long Chen's words, Ma Cheng felt as if he had lost all face. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Being so harshly slapped in the face in front of so many people made him wish he could dig a hole right there and bury his head in it.
"Trash!" Yan Chen sneered darkly. "You're all a bunch of trash! I will make you pay a heavy price!"
As his voice fell, his figure flashed and vanished. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Long Chen and the others. He launched a palm strike, and behind him, a huge Palm Shadow coalesced.
"Be careful!" Long Chen shouted, swiftly dodging.
The others also moved out of the way at once.
With a loud bang, a cloud of dust filled the air inside the Heavenly Demon Sect. Many Sword Ancestor disciples were sent flying by the resulting energy ripples, crashing into the surrounding walls. By the time the dust settled, a deep palm print was left on the ground.
