C410 Li Zhuohua's Sword

Bai Luo's palm had already slapped down, bringing up gusts of strong wind as if it was going to tear through space, but Lee Zhuohua was still like an old monk in meditation, his eyes tightly shut, without the slightest reaction.

When the duo saw this situation, the expressions on their faces gradually froze. They did not know what had happened to Lee Zhuohua