Ming Shiyin was shocked. He did not expect his master would suddenly make a move, and he had never thought of putting up a defense against his master. Moreover, even if he did, it would be useless. At a loss, he crossed his arms in front of him and withstood the palm seal.
Bang!
Needless to say, Mingshi Yin was no match for the palm seal at all. He was pushed back more than ten steps and almost fell. After he managed to stabilize his footing with great difficulty, he coughed violently. When he recovered, he suppressed the panic threatening to overwhelm his heart and forced a smile on his face. "Master, your strength is unrivaled. How can your disciple be a match for you?"
Everyone averted their eyes, feeling awkward. They could sense the strength of the palm seal. Its speed was not particularly fast as well. Even if Mingshi Yin were caught off guard, he would not have been pushed back and coughed so violently. Clearly, he was acting.
