The two people stopped when they were less than three meters apart.

At this moment, Mr. Chen's clothes seemed to be blown up by the wind.

And the muscles on Ye Chen's body seemed to be about to explode at any time.

Both sides have sufficient internal strength and are looking at each other, both waiting to kill the enemy with one blow.

The Chen family was already confident and calm. In their view, Mr. Chen's killing of Ye Chen was just a slap in the face.

Qin Yibing and Fang Jie had worries on their faces.

The atmosphere inside the Main Hall was extremely depressing.

The Mahavira Palace, which had already become a bit dark, seemed to be full of gloom at this moment, and the fishy smell that was constantly emanating from the underground made people's nerves highly nervous.

The smell of death is everywhere here, as if death is just a moment and easy.

"Ye Chen, you should never be an enemy of our Chen family."

Mr. Chen said in a teaching tone.

Ye Chen, however, looked calm, looking at Mr. Chen calmly and said, "I also think that the Chen family should not be the lackeys of the Yang people."

His peripheral vision also glanced at Futian next to him.

Futian was originally full of expectations for Mr. Chen to take action, but when he saw Ye Chen's eyes, he was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Futian was frightened to death by Ye Chen's battle at Futu Mountain, and Ye Chen was frightened from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Chen had already waved slowly to Mr. Chen, signaling Mr. Chen to take action.

Mr. Chen didn't expect that Ye Chen was still so arrogant. He sneered and raised his hand suddenly, spreading his five fingers like five huge sticks and slapping Ye Chen.

This time is completely different from the competition at the bottom of the mountain. It is full of strength and you can even feel the cold wind.

Ye Chen looked at Mr. Chen's incoming palm, the corners of his mouth curved, he suddenly clenched his fist and moved towards the palm.

With a bang, there was a dull sound in the air.

Chen Lao's palm and Ye Chen's fist were in close contact with each other. Neither of them evaded, and neither of them stepped back.

At this moment, the two people were like two crazy buffaloes, pushing each other with their horns and refusing to take a step back.

Both of them had shock on their faces, obviously they didn't expect the other to be so powerful.

Mr. Chen's eyes were fixed on Ye Chen's palm prints, and it was obvious that the palm prints were getting darker.

This made Mr. Chen feel calmer, and he laughed loudly and said: "Ye Chen, you are so young and have such cultivation, I really admire you."

After a short pause, he continued: "It's just a pity that today it's your time to die."

Old Chen raised his hand again and patted Ye Chen.

Ye Chen still raised his hand to attack him as before.

The two people collided with their palms and fists again, again in a deadlock, and the palm prints on Ye Chen's arms became deeper again.

Although Mr. Chen didn't kill Ye Chen with two palms, he saw the palm prints deepening and felt calm in his heart. In his opinion, he could kill Ye Chen at any time.

"Ye Chen, your strength is beyond my expectation, but killing you like this makes me even more happy."

Chen Lao's words fell into place, and his palms began to slap down again and again.

But his eyes were fixed on the black palm print, hoping that the black palm print could crush Ye Chen's meridians and blood vessels and destroy Ye Chen's arm.

Qin Yibing and Fang Jie looked at Ye Chen's arms, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

But Ye Chen's face was always very plain.

Just when Mr. Chen slapped him in the face for the tenth time.

Ye Chen suddenly laughed...


Chapter completed!