He originally thought that Young Master Zhang would definitely die under his palm, but he didn't expect that the other party would just take two steps back and nothing else was done.

On the contrary, his blood and energy were disordered and he couldn't even speak.

The Four Desolate Monks struggled to activate their true qi in their body. They finally turned it around and were finally able to speak.

"Young Master Zhang, are you ```You are a big handprint?"

He said tremblingly.

"The master has a profound eye, and I admire him."

Zhang Yuan came over.

The Four Descendant Monks smiled bitterly.

admire?

Now that I am limp and can’t even move, how can I afford to admire me?

"Young Master Zhang, a few days ago, you were the one who shook the Dragon Venerable with one palm?"
Chapter completed!