Li Lingtian's expression was as calm as an ancient well. He watched as the giant palm crushed Cheng Xiaotian. As expected, a faint halo on his body blocked him.
He appeared calm and composed, like a martial arts grandmaster of his generation. Even the martial arts grandmasters present felt inferior to his aura and demeanor.
"Pfft, I lost."
He spat out another mouthful of blood. Cheng Xiaotian's face was filled with despair and unwillingness. However, he had been too careless in the face of this attack.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state. However, a loss was a loss. It didn't matter if he lost. He just had to admit it. If he had to hide it in front of tens of thousands of eyes, that would be embarrassing.
"Whoosh!"
There was an uproar, and all the martial artists were jolted awake. The entire process happened in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, a Martial Arts Grandmaster at the peak of Tier Four was defeated by a huge palm print.
