Meng Han roared angrily and suddenly struck, stretching out his large hand, creating a series of palm prints that stretched on for tens of meters, continuous and overlapping, rolling towards Lin Feng like an overwhelming tide.
Endless palm prints, with a shocking force, instantly dissipated the white clouds in the sky.
Where the palm prints passed, the air surged like waves, and continuously exploded with loud bangs.
Many disciples from the Divine Wind Camp were wide-eyed, deeply shocked; truly worthy of being an Inner Sect Elder, his strength was indeed formidable, beyond comparison to Pang He!
Could Lin Feng withstand this move?
Everyone stared intently at the sky, unwilling to miss this thrilling spectacle.
"Death awaits you!"
In the sky, Lin Feng coldly shouted, the treasure sword in his hand glowing brightly, turning into a tens of meters long sword of light, resonating with the bright golden light around his body.
Whoosh!
