'Is this the Golden Light Technique that old monk used?'
Yang An's spirits lifted, and he grew excited once more.
'It works like this?'
"Thank you very much, Elder!"
There weren't even any Magic Scriptures left in this place, but getting his hands on the old monk's Golden Light Technique was still a good outcome.
The memory was still fresh in Yang An's mind; that Golden Radiance had beaten him so badly he couldn't even fight back.
Although the old monk's profound Cultivation Level was a major factor, the way this Daoist Technique manifested was also very interesting.
Seeing Yang An agree, the giant palm still embedded in the ground below suddenly clenched into a fist.
The earth trembled again, shaking violently as if in an earthquake.
Yang An was stunned. He hadn't even noticed such a gigantic palm here before.
'Was the old monk killed by this very palm?!'
'Good heavens!'
'Who could possibly withstand a blow like that? I'm afraid not even the old guy could take it.'
