With those words, his figure moved and he was already in front of Su Mo.
Instantly, the courtyard gusted with wind, and the shadows of the trees swayed.
Seeing that Su Mo truly showed no reaction, he couldn't help but feel a tense apprehension, fearing this palm strike would truly bring Su Mo harm. As the palm fell, he instinctively withdrew three parts of his force.
There was a bang.
A handprint appeared on Su Mo's chest.
The energy wind rolled up from there, spreading around with a whoosh.
Su Mo's hair lightly fluttered, and he smiled slightly:
"Don't worry, senior. I can handle it."
"..."
Upon hearing Su Mo speak, his breath showed no sign of disturbance.
Qi Dingtian couldn't help but be astonished.
He was the esteemed Patriarch of the Qi Family, with unparalleled martial arts skills.
Though he didn't dare claim himself equal to the predecessors, deep down he knew that even among the Qi Family elders, only by testing skills could one truly understand prowess.
