Seeing Chu Xingyuan's attack.
Xu Wendong remained very calm.
Even though his palm wind was like thunder, howling fiercely.
Yet he was completely unafraid, quietly standing there.
This scene fell into the eyes of others, giving the impression that he was scared silly.
After all, only someone scared senseless could fail to dodge.
But just as Chu Xingyuan's right palm was about to hit Xu Wendong, the young man suddenly moved.
He decisively struck out with a punch.
This punch was like a long spear, carrying an awe-inspiring momentum, heavily clashing with Chu Xingyuan's right palm.
Boom!
Without any warning.
A dull thunderous sound suddenly exploded.
Simultaneously.
Chu Xingyuan's pupils trembled violently, wave after wave of shock rising in his heart; he never expected Xu Wendong could withstand his furious strike.
Before he could recover, a terrifying power of thunder, like a surging river, exploded within him instantly.
Poof!
