Overbearing Fist Technique!
Wu Xianjun charged at Lin Bai with towering fury. Nine chains flew from his body, lashing toward Lin Bai's hands and feet.
This was a magical treasure in Wu Xianjun's Storage Bag, possessing the power to bind ghosts and subdue gods. Once someone was bound by the iron chains, even an immortal would find it difficult to escape in a short time.
If Lin Bai failed to break free of the nine chains now, once he was bound, Wu Xianjun and the others would join forces to attack him, and Lin Bai would have to pay a terrible price.
Fortunately, just as the nine chains were about to fall upon Lin Bai, the dazed, muddled look in his eyes suddenly cleared. A wild, domineering force spread from his body. His qi and blood surged and roared like flood dragons emerging from the sea. His Dao Fruit began to circulate, and his spiritual power flowed out like mighty rivers in full spate, converging in his arm.
"Break!" He threw a punch that shook the land for a hundred miles. The formidable force shattered all nine chains, then sent Wu Xianjun and the others flying.
"What?!" Wu Xianjun stared at his treasure, shattered by Lin Bai's single punch, his face filled with incredulous shock.
A faint smile slowly rose at the corner of Lin Bai's mouth. "Although I've only barely reached the entry level and still can't unleash the full might of this fist technique, it should be enough to deal with this difficult situation."
"Senior Sister Jiang really didn't deceive me. Although this fist technique is tremendously powerful, it consumes an astonishing amount of spiritual power. That punch just now actually consumed one-tenth of the spiritual power in my body..." Lin Bai already possessed an enormous reserve of