The palm came to seize, but in the next moment, the void seemed to be confined.
A great force pressed down, making the magical power in the body dissipate like snow and ice.
The shopkeeper was horrified and was about to activate the token in the Dantian.
In the Dantian, there was a gold medal, capable of unleashing a Nascent Soul strike.
But in the next moment, the gold medal flew out, landing in the palm of that "junior," followed by a faint pressure pressing down.
The shopkeeper wanted to resist, but the strength in his body dissipated by about seventy to eighty percent, and with a thud, he knelt to the ground.
"Senior, spare me!"
The shopkeeper immediately spoke, realizing despite his sluggish thinking that the "second-generation cultivator" in front of him, this "fat sheep," was a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
Only a Nascent Soul True Monarch could suppress him in a single thought.
He couldn't help but complain bitterly in his heart, like a hunter blinded by his prey.
