Outside the Cultivation Room.
Luo Tian's sudden burst of speed caught the burly man and the white-clothed youth completely off guard.
Guiyuan Hand!
Luo Tian instantly closed in on the white-clothed youth. A thick, crystalline-yellow Palm Force, tinged with a faint blue Cold Mist, immediately enveloped him.
"This palm strike..."
The white-clothed youth cried out in horror. As the Cold Mist touched him, his blood and True Qi stagnated, and his body stiffened by thirty percent.
What was even more terrifying was that the powerful, majestic Palm Force contained a suppressive aura like that of a great mountain.
After comprehending the True Palm Seal Intent, the power of Luo Tian's Guiyuan Palm Force had increased by several degrees.
Coupled with his immense physical strength, it was incomparably tyrannical.
CLANG! CRACK!
The white-clothed youth barely managed to block with the Iron Fan in his hand, but the tyrannical Palm Force broke his arm.
