A black shadow shot out of the woods, moving with almost the sensation of Ground Shrinking. Before Meng Qi could react, it slammed a palm into Zhen Yong's back.
The palm strike was utterly ordinary, as though thrown casually, making it impossible to discern its martial art. But with Zhen Yong's acupoints sealed and both hands bound, he had neither the means nor the time to mount any effective response. His eyes bulged, his mouth opened, and a mist of blood sprayed out as he collapsed limply to the ground, astonishment frozen on his face.
"An expert at the Orifice Opening Realm!" Meng Qi's pupils contracted. From the black-clad man's movements, he made an initial judgment. At the same time, he leveled his Monastic Blade and assumed a stance ready to fight to the death!
Defense was useless. Only by making this black-clad man understand that he would be difficult to deal with, that he dared to risk his life, and that he could not be dispatched in haste would the man worry about the other monks summoned by Zhen Hui and retreat in the face of difficulty!
The figure wore nightclothes, with only his nostrils and a pair of eyes exposed. After striking Zhen Yong to death, he did not slow down, charging toward Meng Qi without hesitation. His right palm rose and came down like it was overturning the heavens. The move was archaic, its momentum solemn, faintly seeming to envelop heaven and earth.
Meng Qi felt that no matter what movement technique he used, no matter which step from Hundred Changes of Divine Travel he took, he would be completely enveloped by the palm wind. There was nowhere to dodge and nowhere to flee!
What kind of palm technique was this?
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