C223 Great Creation Palm(1)

Just beyond the Imperial Capital, an old man knelt in defeat, his body bleeding profusely, the blood pooling on the ground beneath him.

Lau Feng stood before the old man, his gaze indifferent.

"A once-respected guardian of Kunlun Mountain reduced to a mere lapdog!" he remarked.

Resting the Nine-dragon Heavenly Blade on his shoulder, Lau Feng regarded the old man with an impassive stare