Chen Ping’an slowly strode forward, but instead of walking directly forward, he diverged slightly to the side as he smiled and said in a modest manner, “Granny Bai was too complacent.”0

All of a sudden, Bai Lianshuang’s battle intent had been ignited a little. Even though she had briefly tested Chen Ping’an earlier, that had only been a fleeting exchange, and she didn’t truly regard him as an opponent that she would have to pay much attention to.0

However, it seemed that a young martial artist who had managed to withstand three punches from an End Tier martial artist was not someone to be taken lightly.0

The old woman took a barely noticeable step forward, and her fist stance was also rather dainty and subtle, but the fist intent within was certainly nothing to be scoffed at.0

“Chen Ping’an, do you dare to take the initiative to come and attack me?” she challenged with a smile.0

Chen Ping’an strode forward as he performed his six-step walking meditation, and with his final step, he launched himself forward with a resounding boom, his fist intent cascading around him like a waterfall.0

The old woman swiveled around and slapped away Chen Ping’an’s fist, then thrust a palm into his forehead. It seemed like a rather casual and understated palm strike, but it landed with the force of a mallet viciously striking a gong.0

Even from Nalan Yexing’s perspective, it felt to him like she was no longer holding back.0

Chen Ping’an was sent flying by the palm strike, but not only was his fist intent not interrupted, it only became heavier and denser, swirling around him like deep water.0

He landed on the ground on a single foot, then slid back several feet without displaying any signs of strain. In the instant that his second foot also made contact with the ground, he took several tiny shuffling steps, and his robes rippled and flapped as he shrugged off the residual fist aura in the old woman’s palm str...0