Sky-Supporting Palm Imprint.
It traversed the void, shaking the snow flying in all directions, descending from above, and enveloping Gu Chen with unstoppable force.
If this grip landed accurately.
The whole person would be bound, likely ending up with broken bones and torn muscles.
"You ungrateful fool, do you really think we have no temper?" Lu Diao sneered repeatedly, "Since you seek misery yourself, I can only oblige you!"
Boom!
The palm imprint had yet to fall.
But the ground within several meters of Gu Chen as the center shattered entirely, a foot-thick snow layer turned directly into dust, dispersing into the void.
In an instant, Gu Chen's face went ashen, biting his lip hard, with blood starting to seep out.
Swish.
Gu Chen drew a short knife from his waist, gritting his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but just as he was about to slash it across his neck, hoofbeats were heard from the direction behind him.
Hmm?
