"Puh!"
Huo Erba spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his massive body even began to tremble.
This was Long Yun, the strongest martial artist in Capital City.
Even those Transcendent Realm powerhouses weren't his match.
How could these palm strikes be so easily endured?
The force from those palm strikes that had entered his body was now wildly rampaging through his meridians, causing various severe injuries.
If not for his incredibly robust body, he would've already collapsed.
"Not bad, not bad, this powerful body is just right for my cultivation technique," Long Yun said, nodding his head in satisfaction. His right palm, quick as lightning, reached out to seal Huo Erba's pressure points.
Such a talent was too much of a waste in the hands of that degenerate Ning Fan—he intended to take this man as his disciple, properly guide him, and lead him onto the righteous path.
"You dare!"
Seeing this, Shuang'er sprang up from below the stage and dashed straight towards Long Yun.
