C175 Good Habit!

"Oh no!"

The cultivator at the pinnacle of the Platform Casting Stage's pupils contracted sharply, but it was too late to react. Chen Yi had inexplicably maneuvered behind him, his palm—charged with the force of a mammoth—already making contact with his back.

Against such formidable power, his body was as fragile as paper.

With a tremor from Chen Yi's palm