Han Muye's palm strike, to the onlookers, seemed nothing out of the ordinary.
It was merely a gesture, a raising hand and moving foot. How much force could it carry?
Could such a palm withstand a punch powerful enough to obliterate the Dao?
But to the man who threw the punch, this palm made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
This was not merely a palm strike, it was as if heaven and earth were colliding!
A single palm contained the power of heaven and earth, something beyond the capabilities of Dao Realm cultivators.
Above the Dao Realm, lies the Primordial Realm!
The seemingly calm and collected person before him was actually a Primordial Realm cultivator!
"Bang—"
Fist met palm, and a faint sound echoed.
The burly man trembled all over, as if bearing the weight of tens of thousands, his legs unable to support him, he fell to his knees before Han Muye.
