C166 Blood Palm

"Hmph. Yang Zhentian, I want you, an old turtle, to die in my hands."

Liu Zhongyang took a deep breath, crossed his hands together and formed a big fist.

As he gathered all of his Qi and blood here, all of the strength in his body was gathered there, causing the surface of his huge fist to be rippled with energy waves. Then, like a raging fire, it started to burn fiercely