C36 Flying Palm

"Shakyamuni?" The old man inside the crystal exclaimed. He could no longer watch the show peacefully. He would kill his way to become a king. His gaze shifted to Luo Xin. Beside him stood a simple and unadorned old man. He had the demeanor of a transcendent being, as if he was an otherworldly being. His right hand pressed down on the Baihui acupoint on top of Luo Xin's head