Ling Zhenfei's heart was filled with amazement, as he had never seen such a strange person or such a strange cultivation technique before. He felt a chill filling his heart, as if the cold was trying to invade his bone marrow.
Although he did not know the mysteries of this technique, Ling Zhenfei knew for certain that there was a reason for the chill. Without time to think further, he hurriedly dodged to the side.
Just as Ling Zhenfei focused on the barely perceptible cold Qi, Meng Yang's figure suddenly moved, and with a swift shake, he struck towards Ling Zhenfei with a palm.
Ling Zhenfei quickly evaded, and then saw Meng Yang swing his right hand, summoning an iron rod in his palm that smashed towards him with ferocity.
