C1342 The More We Fight the More We Die

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yu materialized before the Divine Wind Clan's Golden Core Layer Five cultivator.

The cultivator's face drained of color, panic setting in as he scrambled to retreat. But it was already too late; he could only watch helplessly as Zhao Yu's palm gently made contact with his chest.

Strangely, he felt no pain.

What was happening?

Glancing down in confusion