His palm extended, and space roiled like a tidal wave, flinging a figure outright.
It was a Taoist in a purple robe, his eyes filled with astonishment.
However, as soon as he saw the youth, astonishment instantly turned into terror.
"Human Emperor!!!"
His body began to wither, his flesh and soul starting to vanish, and in an instant, the Taoist was on the verge of death.
He self-destructed!
Liang Hui's gaze was indifferent; he pointed towards the sky.
Time began to flow backward.
The Taoist's body regained its fullness, and his flesh and soul returned.
Before the other could react further, a palm had already made contact with his forehead.
Liang Hui began to probe the Taoist's memories.
Crack!
His head exploded, scattering blood and bone.
"Interesting restriction, and also an unknown method of restriction,"
Liang Hui frowned slightly, allowing time to flow backward again.
He restored the Taoist's vitality and began probing again.
