The aged palm, filled with wrinkles, pressed down fiercely on his chest.
Liang Hui's body shot backward as if it had been hit by a truck.
The inner strength that had been layered over his body instantly dissipated.
Collapsed on the ground and feeling his life slipping away, Liang Hui gazed at the dim sky and murmured in a low voice,
"Break!"
The surrounding scenery, like a shattered mirror, began to crack and blur.
When it became clear again, he was already under the eaves of a courtyard, listening to the sound of a drizzling rain.
Looking at the Green Wolf Fist Manual clasped in his hands, Liang Hui couldn't help but exclaim,
"Martial Artists like Tian Qing at the pinnacle of bone refining are indeed difficult to defeat, but as long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, the situation can be turned around."
"And his bones are truly hard."
Amidst his admiration, Liang Hui put away the manual and let his consciousness sink into his mind.
Artifact name: Flowing Light Bell
