The palm shot at Yu Zhenghai at lightning speed.
Nobody attempted to block this attack from a Nine-leaf cultivator. At this moment, all of them thought Yu Zhenghai was done for.
Yu Zhenghai looked at Lu Zhou who was lunging at him through the air. His consciousness wavered. This strike reminded him of his master. In the end, he closed his eyes. 'Forget it. Death ends all troubles.' At this moment, he felt incredibly relaxed. Everything would become the past eventually. He was born with nothing and would not bring anything with him when he died. Why should he stubbornly cling to his life?
Whoosh!
A breeze caressed Yu Zhenghai's face. He expected the palm strike to split his head, and the troubles and pain would disappear in an instant. However, nothing happened. 'I'm still alive?' His thoughts were still with him. He could still control his body. He could still move his fingers.
The entire place was silent. No one dared to move.
