Huh!
The burly figure of Xiongshan instantly crossed a distance of several meters, his palm as big as a fan directly clawing towards Su Changkong's face, intending to crush Su Changkong's head alive.
However, Su Changkong stood still, his eyes cold as ice as he looked toward Xiongshan. At that moment, Xiongshan's heart convulsed violently without reason, and he had the feeling that if he moved any further forward, he would die!
"Ah!"
Xiongshan screamed in terror, the intense sense of danger causing him to instinctively change direction. His forward-charging body came to an abrupt halt and he retreated, while one thick arm was placed horizontally in front of his chest.
"Tsch!"
Su Changkong's hand had already been on the hilt of his sword, and he had launched a chop. This blow, though seemingly ordinary, was as if it returned to simplicity and truth. It appeared slow but was fast, creating an illusion in perception!
"Pfft!"