The Primal Qi storm came to an abrupt stop at the peak of its height.
Primal Fiend Potion?
So long as the general's dantian's sea of Qi was destroyed, no potion would be of help. All Lu Zhou had to do was to destroy the avatar.
Lu Zhou's eyes seemed like they were burning blue as he looked at the general in front of him.
The general's eyes were filled with fear. He discovered belatedly that the old man before him was like a demon king who had crawled out from a bottomless abyss. It seemed like his misconception that the old was weak had numbed his thoughts and judgment. Those deep and knowing eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything.
Lu Zhou's hand clamped tightly around the general's neck like a gold band. This was the best move to use; the Zen Sect's capture hand seal. Since his opponent had consumed the Primal Fiend Potion, it was not advisable to have a battle of attrition. The only way was to defeat his opponent with one move!
