C219 Willing to admit defeat

Tang San's previous quick attack was like a sandstorm in the desert, swirling up waves of wild sand. And the final blow from his palm was like the hand of a desert demon hiding in the yellow sand, seemingly wanting to destroy all life. This hand stroke was as fast as lightning and erratic, like a demon in the middle of sand. The moment it was about to hit Qin Lang's throat, it suddenly 'extended'