A sharp snap rang out.
In the next moment.
Lin Hao screamed and flew out of the reception room like a cannonball.
Boom!
There was immediately a loud bang.
Lin Hao crashed into the wall and then fell heavily to the ground, creating a human-shaped pit on the bluestone floor.
Cracks radiated out from the pit.
The eyes of everyone present popped at the scene.
Wasn't this attack too ruthless?
The amiable-looking old man almost slapped Lin Hao to death.
Fortunately, Lin Hao was a Qi Sea Realm cultivator and wore a defensive magic treasure.
If he had been a little weaker, or if there had been a defensive magic treasure missing, he would have probably died by now.
But even so, Lin Hao's future was hopeless.
Because Uncle Fu's palm strike had already damaged his foundation. If he didn't have some heaven-defying spiritual herbs, he probably wouldn't have any hope of recovery in this lifetime.
