C535 The Might of the Destructive Demon Eye

"Junior Brother Chu Lin, if you can withstand my palm strike, I, Miao Hee, will have no further objections to your ascension as a core disciple!"

In the square, Miao Hee levitated slightly, enveloped in a shroud of black light, his gaze icy as he bellowed at Chu Lin.

Before him, a massive palm of black mist rose ominously, its terrifying energy pulsating overhead like a menacing axe