This palm strike seemed ordinary but was grand and imposing, completely different from his previously despicable actions.
Indeed, he is worthy of being the Holy Dragon Master, truly formidable. From this palm strike, Han Yan could discern the intent of law formed naturally, not daring to be even slightly careless.
The palm trembled quickly; multiple palm shadows overlapped like waves surging forward.
These past days spent discussing alchemy array techniques and Sword Casting Technique with Zhu Tianping and others, Han Yan had also been contemplating the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword. This palm instinctively infused the Sword Intent into the Hand Skill.
"Boom!" The two exchanged palms, and it was a draw, neither side faltering.
"Oh?" A fat guy exclaimed.
