The elder dressed in Han clothes casually delivered a palm strike that sent Cheen Chaoya flying.
A single palm that seemed to contain a terrifying force, Cheen Chaoya had no power to fend off, and he was flung through the air like a sack of sand.
After crashing to the ground, his mouth coughed up blood, and his face turned deathly pale.
Just one palm, and Cheen Chaoya, a cultivator at the Qi Refining First Level, suffered severe injuries!
This demonstrated how immensely powerful the old man was!
Had it not been for Cheen Chaoya's sudden and unguarded attack, and the elder's own panic-stricken counter, Cheen Chaoya's life and death would have been unpredictable.
"Cheen Chaoya, what do you mean by this?"
Lu ChengJuun turned to look at the grievously injured Cheen Chaoya and shouted angrily.
The other's sudden attack left him still struggling to grasp the situation—their supposedly agreed-upon partner had nearly taken his life.
