With a gentle flick, he effortlessly dissolved a palm strike that carried the power of my Qi Movement Realm level one.
The strength of this old geezer was terrifying, probably to the extent that even Zhang Xiaofan could not fathom.
Yet, Zhang Xiaofan did not stop.
He pulled a feint.
He took out the silver needle he carried with him, holding it between his fingers.
He infused it with his overbearing qi, launching it at the old man at extreme speed.
Whoosh!
It pierced through the air.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaofan's other hand had already gathered energy, ready to turn this place into a rubbish heap with a single palm strike.
Zhang Xiaofan's strike was quick, his palm had already been thrown out.
But...
Zhang Xiaofan found himself suddenly immobilized.
Time seemed to stop.
The silver needle he had launched was suspended in mid-air.
His palm strike was also frozen midway.
Horrifyingly, even the energy formed from his qi had come to a halt.
