"No..."
Nan Batian's eyes bulged as he saw Chen Jie getting close to him.
At this moment, his exposed weakness was wide open. He wanted to muster a breath of Gang Qi for defense, but the intense collision just moments before had exacerbated the cracks in his Dantian, making it impossible for him to summon his Gang Qi.
Chen Jie, with no intention of holding back, launched a deadly move straight at Nan Batian's chest with his hand.
This palm, with the ferocity of the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, aimed right at the heart. If there was no Gang Qi defense and relying solely on physical strength, Nan Batian's heart would inevitably be shattered.
"Die!"
Awooo...
A dragon's roar echoed throughout the entire venue, drawing the attention of the crowd who felt that Nan Batian's fate was sealed.
