Lu Qiguang's hair and beard bristled with anger, his robe fluttering without wind.
His withered hand suddenly reached for Lin Chen. Although there was a distance of a hundred feet, in an instant, an icy coldness enveloped Lin Chen's entire body.
In that moment, Lin Chen felt an overwhelming chill, as if both his divine soul and physical body were frozen.
"You old scoundrel, how dare you!"
Hou Zhantian's roar exploded like thunder, dispelling the chill around Lin Chen.
However, Hou Zhantian did not stop there, he fiercely struck towards Lu Qiguang.
Whoosh!
Before the hand could reach, the palm wind blazed like a scorching sun, golden light erupting, while Lu Qiguang showed no fear, his hands forming icy claws, reaching out in return.
At the instant when the two forces collided, the stone slabs of the Martial Arts Arena shattered inch by inch, countless fragments suspended mid-air, crushed into powder by the aftermath.
