C51 The Worst Master

Yan Zhi felt... It was like a truck hitting his arms.

The Gang Qi was almost broken by that palm strike. His arms were almost numb.

But this person in front of him was clearly only an eighteen year old youth. How could the strength of a palm be terrifying to such an extent?

"A mere Grandmaster dares to attack me?"

A faint voice slowly sounded, causing Yan Zhi's heart to shudder