C41 Disgust

As the palm wind approached, there was no panic on Mo Ziyun's face, as if he was too lazy to even struggle. He calmly accepted the fact of death. Helian Ping was somewhat impressed by his temperament, but it was impossible for him to retract his palm now. He could only sigh in his heart.

However, the scene of Mo Ziyun being sent flying did not appear in his imagination