BOOM!
The golden Palm Shadow slammed directly into Shangguan Pojun, crushing him into the ground. Instantly, the area was engulfed in dust and smoke.
Long Chen gently waved his hand, and the swirling dust slowly dispersed. A deep palm print was now etched into the hard ground.
Shangguan Pojun lay there in tattered clothes, covered in blood. He was still violently coughing up blood, his body twitching slightly.
Dead silence filled the air.
Aside from Chu Lingjun and his companions, who remained calm, everyone else stared with wide eyes, their faces etched with astonishment.
Did Long Chen really defeat Shangguan Pojun so easily? That's the second-ranked martial artist on the Martial Roll! And it was so effortless?!
"Brother Po Jun!"
When Su Miaoyu saw the severely injured Shangguan Pojun, the color drained from her face and her entire body trembled in chilling fear.
She had never imagined that Shangguan Pojun would be defeated by Long Chen. And it was a complete, utter defeat!
