The Profound Nether Heaven-Binding Palm was his life-saving ultimate technique. It could trap an enemy and let him escape, and had left several Martial Saint Realm experts helpless against him. It could be said to have helped him evade countless attempts on his life.
Yet today, Su Fei had broken his palm technique in a single breath. This went beyond anything he understood.
After all, this palm technique had quite a history.
"You actually broke free instantly? That's impossible! My uncle said that any Martial Saint under heaven, no matter how powerful, would be trapped by the Profound Nether Heaven-Binding Palm for at least five seconds."
"Someone like you can't possibly exist in this world. It's impossible."
Su Fei remained composed.
"An ordinary Martial Saint naturally couldn't, but I'm no ordinary Martial Saint."
"That martial art of yours is decent. Tell me who you are, which branch of the White Lotus Sect's inner sect you belong to, and how much you know about the White Lotus Sect."
The fat man's expression changed. He knew he had run into a tough opponent.
His gaze turned vicious. Without another word, he struck out with both palms again, the black energy growing even stronger. This time, his palm technique carried no binding force, but a bone-eroding, sinister cold that went straight for Su Fei's vital points.
"Nether Cold Bone Erosion!"
Su Fei snorted coldly.
"How insolent. Still refusing to give up?"
A mere grandmaster realm eighth level martial artist dared to thrust his claws at him again and again.
Did he really think I had such a good temper?
Had Su Fei not found something odd about this fat man and wanted to spare him long enough to interrogate him thoroughly, he would have killed him already.
Even if he did not kill