If that palm strike were to hit squarely, Sanjō Ten'un would certainly be rendered useless on the spot.
As quick as lightning, Ten'un Sanjō moved his hand towards Wang Longhu's groin, aiming right for Wang Longhu's vulnerable spot.
He knew he couldn't dodge Wang Longhu's palm strike, so he was willing to trade injury for injury. If Wang Longhu didn't care about the potential harm to his manhood, he could continue with the palm strike.
But even if Ten'un Sanjō lost, Wang Longhu would still pay a heavy price, injuring the enemy a thousand times while suffering an eight hundred times loss.
"How despicable! A martial artist using such dirty tricks," Daoist Three Lakes couldn't help but sneer.
Almost everyone thought Wang Longhu would retreat from this move and wait for another chance to defeat Ten'un Sanjō.
