Wang Jiu heard the voice and kept his guard up, but he saw no one.
"Senior, I entered this place unintentionally. I didn't know you were cultivating here in seclusion. Please forgive me for disturbing you," Wang Jiu hurriedly called out respectfully.
Another blast of Palm Force answered Wang Jiu. It tore through the air with a hissing sound, within which there was the faint, soul-shaking roar of a dragon.
Wang Jiu's face instantly grew somewhat pale. He had consumed too much Internal Power and had no time at all to recover.
The previous palm strike had been nowhere near as powerful as this one, yet he had spent more than half his Internal Power to withstand it. Against this strike, he was utterly helpless.
Wang Jiu had not expected the other party to have no intention whatsoever of speaking to him. This palm strike was clearly meant to kill him here.
Faced with this mysterious expert whose face he had never seen, Wang Jiu felt nothing but profound helplessness.
Although he knew he could not withstand this strike, Wang Jiu was an expert, after all. He could not simply do nothing and wait to die.
Wang Jiu abruptly pulled Tiger Wing out of the rock. Just as he swung his saber to slash, something suddenly stirred in his mind.
A figure abruptly appeared before him. At the sight of that person's back, Wang Jiu instantly let out a long sigh of relief inwardly.
The man landed a little over ten feet in front of Wang Jiu and unhurriedly extended a finger.
His finger pressed directly against the incoming Palm Force. The previously overwhelming Palm Force vanished without a trace, making only a soft pop.
"Who's there?" the man who had unleashed the palm strike roared in shock.
"Senior!" Wang