Take my palm strike.
Chen Yang's tone was indifferent, as if he was mentioning an insignificant matter.
Buzz!
Almost instantly, as Chen Yang's palm faced the sky, a golden palm imprint expanded against the wind, occupying several meters of space, swirling in the void.
What?!
In an instant, everyone within a hundred meters felt a deathly aura emanating from the palm imprint; each and every one of them experienced shrinking eyes filled with horror and dread.
Not to mention them.
Even Gu Tianling sensed danger.
He was over seventy years old, although his strength might not be considered Sky Reaching, within the Youdu Snow Region, he was still one of a kind; what great upheavals had he not witnessed?
Yet, this palm strike from Chen Yang truly posed a genuine threat.
Subconsciously, Gu Tianling's entire body tensed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, rising from the ground to actively confront the swirling palm imprint.
"Suppress!"
