Fear, deep-seated fear in the depths of the bones.
Watching this palm strike down, Wu Daojun couldn't even lift a hand to resist, as intense fear overwhelmed him, making him involuntarily tremble, unable to suppress his terror.
He watched helplessly as the palm slowly descended, watching the giant dragon crash down with an unstoppable force, a fear emerging from within that made them shiver.
Terrifying, utterly terrifying!
In front of Chen Jiusi, he, Wu Daojun, felt like an ant.
Earlier, he thought he could withstand a palm from Chen Jiusi, ridiculous, just like a frog at the bottom of a well, oblivious to the vastness of the sky.
Fear spread throughout his body, knowing he was doomed, under such a heavenly palm, no one could survive.
Doomed!
Wu Daojun gave up resisting, closed his eyes at that moment, peacefully accepting death, wishing for an end to his insignificant and humble life swiftly.
Bang!
A loud noise.
