Ao Xiong was shocked to see that Li Chen was actually using his physical body to clash with him head-on.
Then, his shock turned into joy.
If it was pure competition of physical toughness, the Dragon Clan might call themselves second, but no other race would dare claim first.
A mere Human Clan cultivator like Li Chen actually dared to use a mortal body of flesh and blood to ram against him—wasn't this an ant trying to shake a giant tree, not knowing his own limits?
"Li Chen, you little brat, you're the one asking to die!"
As he spoke, Ao Xiong's sharp claws had already torn through layers of void, sweeping toward the front of Li Chen's fist.
"Boom rumble rumble!"
Fist shadows and talons collided in mid-air, and the surrounding void collapsed on a massive scale.
All kinds of ear-piercing sonic booms roared past like shells screaming through the air, exploding one after another. The area within tens of thousands of li was almost razed to the ground.
"Step step step!"
