Lin Xuan stepped forward, and his body suddenly shot out.
"Hmph!"
Luo Yang's right hand was extended in front, his Spiritual Power rapidly circulating within.
Lin Xuan's figure swayed; he didn't use any outlandish movement techniques, so it looked quite ordinary.
Soon, he raised his fist and swung it out.
"Daring to attack directly, truly seeking death!" Luo Yang sneered.
The punch was too ordinary, lacking both impressive speed and terrifying momentum. How could it possibly hurt him?
With that thought, he reached out his palm.
A palm struck out, and stone-like patterns emerged on his hand; his whole arm seemed to petrify.
Boom!
The palm and the fist collided, producing a sound like Thunder Shock, quickly spreading to the four directions of the Tea Garden.
A terrifying gust of wind blew up, engulfing both Lin Xuan and Luo Yang.
Many squinted their eyes looking toward the center.
"This fluctuation of aura, Luo Yang seems to have not held back."
