Faced with his opponent, Wang Lin neither attacked nor defended himself. Instead, he reached out with his right index finger and tapped the center of his forehead, as if he wanted to kill himself.
On his fingertip, a colorful light flashed.
The colorful light landed on Wang Lin’s forehead and then, everywhere around him started to shake. Regardless whether it was the pavilion on top of Penglai or the space outside the pavilion. Even the white-robed middle-aged man was shaking too.
Other than Wang Lin himself, the entire heaven and earth appeared to be shaking as reality turned into an illusion.
As the shape before him continued to twist, no one knew what they were looking at. Wang Lin’s expression was emotionless as he tapped his forehead with his right fingertip. Colorful, bright light started to flash.
