"You, a junior, dare to oppose me? I think you're tired of living!"
Xiahou Longyuan's face was cold and stern, his eyes full of malice. His clothes rustled in the fierce wind, and at this moment, he was furious, slamming a palm toward Gu Chen across the distance.
"Everyone has been young and rash, but you need to consider who you're up against. Today, I shall show you what it means to be a martial god!"
With a booming sound, Xiahou Longyuan's palm struck out, and the air in front of him exploded, even dispersing the clouds. His palm strike was fierce and contained a biting cold, immediately forming a layer of ice crystals in the air.
"A martial god? You are no longer the top grandmaster of martial gods!"
Gu Chen's expression indifferent, counterattacked with a palm strike, his palm force as scorching as fire, completely opposite to Xiahou Longyuan's, it could even be described as directly clashing.
Boom!