C207 Wu Wang Zhuang

The old man walked out of the building. He was wearing a purple robe, and before Fang Zhong could see his face clearly, the old man suddenly raised his hand and struck. The two of them were separated by a dozen steps, and Fang Zhongyu thought to himself: Could it be that your palm strike is that strong?

Contrary to his expectations, he did not feel the force from the palm. Instead