“I didn’t come here to cause a ruckus. I came here to kill.”

Seeing that huge fist-image, Long Chen knew that the Giant Eagle Stronghold’s master, Luo Yingxiong, had come. With an icy snort, he slashed his saber at that fist-image.

BANG!

The ground trembled intensely, and Long Chen was blown back dozens of meters by the fist-image, cutting a long ditch in the ground before stabilizing.

However, Long Chen was pleasantly surprised. That fist had been the full strength attack of a Xiantian weapon, but he had relied on just his physical body to receive it.

Although it had been a bit difficult, and his hands felt numb now, that didn’t stop him from feeling delighted.

It had to be known that when he had received Luo Yingxiong’s attack previously, he had drawn on Blooddrinker’s power. Although Blooddrinker’s power was mighty, it was also very demanding on his spiritual qi.

But now, relying entirely on his physical body, he had managed to receive the same attack.

“What?!”

Everyone present was dumbfounded. Just what kind of power was that? How was it possible for him to rely on his Houtian power...