"A brat from the Beggar Gang?" From afar, Gu Tu spotted Hong Yi killing several of his disciples in succession, and murderous intent stirred within him. At this point, he no longer cared about bullying a junior. He leaped up, appeared above Hong Yi's head, and shouted, "Boy, you're courting death!"
Hong Yi had already sensed Gu Tu approaching, but before he could react, Gu Tu was above his head, striking down at him with a palm from midair.
A rare look of gravity appeared on Hong Yi's face. This old man intended to kill him in one blow. He stamped against the ground and roared, "You old bastard, don't think I'm afraid of you! Dragon-Capturing Divine Palm!"
At once, explosive cracks rang out as Hong Yi swept both palms upward to meet Gu Tu's palm.
Boom! Hong Yi's body sank, and the ground beneath his feet caved in several feet, sending dirt flying. At the same time, his chest tightened, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
Hong Yi was injured, but Gu Tu was completely unharmed. He landed ten feet away and looked at Hong Yi with some surprise. He had not expected his palm strike to fail to kill Hong Yi.
Hong Yi, meanwhile, was horrified. He had put all his strength into that palm strike, yet it had only driven the old man back a few steps. Not only was he now gravely injured, but the overwhelming force of his own palm strike had burst open the flesh of his palms and arms, leaving a mangled, bloody sight too dreadful to behold.
"The Dragon-Capturing Divine Palm truly is supremely hard and fierce!" Gu Tu felt some admiration, but the boy before him clearly had yet to master it. Since one strike had failed, he