The Wild Stranger

The old man stared dumbfoundedly at his bizarrely twisted arms, the muscles on his aged face twitching violently.

After his fists struck the old man's arms, Lin Qi felt as though he had not hit a person, but a python slicked all over with grease. At most ten percent of his punch force landed on the old man's arms; the other ninety percent was diverted without a trace, leaving his entire body hollow and unsteady. Thus, Lin Qi toppled to the ground in utter embarrassment, smashing his forehead hard against the floor.

With a boom, Lin Qi blasted a pit nearly a meter wide into the ground, half his body sinking into it.

Hu Xinzhu cursed angrily and swiftly gave orders to those intelligence chiefs. The chiefs tossed aside their swords and rapidly drew several talismans made of black jade. As they poured their battle energy into the talismans, these palm-sized talismans swiftly emanated powerful magical fluctuations that made it hard to breathe.

The old man sneered repeatedly. With a shake of his arms, the bones Lin Qi had violently broken swiftly rejoined. The old man's muscles writhed strangely, wrapping tightly around the fractured bones. With the aid of those muscles, his arms moved with astonishing flexibility, as though they had never been injured.

"Brat, I truly can't let you live!" The old man snorted coldly. He spread his right hand, and his five fingers suddenly stretched a foot long. His enormous palm was like a great seal, whipping up a suffocating gale as it slammed viciously toward the center of Lin Qi's back. An icy chill radiated from that palm, pale blue ice rapidly enveloping it as it fell like a meteor.

Hu Xinzhu cried out in horror, "Azure Blue Annihilation Great Hand Seal! Lin Qi, get out of