C2717 The Strength of the White-clothed Youth

As for the arrogant young man just now, he had already become a corpse by his feet. His eyes were still wide open, as if he had died with everlasting regret.

Not only that, the palm print of Yuen Loong was still flying towards the people who were fighting nearby.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared and slowly raised a finger