C1366 Ye Zhentian

The palm carried a violent gust of astral wind as it ruthlessly smashed onto Zhao Jinbao's chest. The sound of his breastbone cracking could even be heard, and the palm strike felt like he was hit by a raging bull.

Seeing him in such a state, Siya immediately reached out and supported him, allowing Zhao Jinbao to stand steadily. A trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth