"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Chen Feng's right palm, ablaze with raging flames, struck squarely into the chest of Black Scorpion.
"Ow!"
Black Scorpion's eyes rolled back, and he let out a horrible scream as he was hurled backward.
He flew more than ten meters before coming to a halt, falling to the ground like a dead dog, heavily smashing the concrete surface and creating several cracks.
At this moment, looking at Black Scorpion, where was the prestige of a Xuan Rank expert? He was gasping for breath, with an extremely pale face.
His chest had caved in due to Chen Feng's strike, the skin over his chest was charred black by the flames, resembling burnt charcoal, with a distinctly visible black handprint.
Black Scorpion lay motionless on the ground, barely clinging to life, breathing out more than he could breathe in, seemingly close to his last breath, barely hanging on by a thread.
Compared to his previous arrogant demeanor, it was like looking at a different person.
