C1027 One Hundred and Eight Young Kings(1)

It was a light palm strike without any fluctuation of Laws, but it was this palm strike that made all the hairs on Nangong Yu's body stand on end.

"Crazy woman!" He shouted angrily, his back turned cold. As he fought with Heilian, he dodged Lingyue's attack in a sorry state.

"Boom!"

A part of the Great Desolate fell and a huge palm print appeared. The five fingers were slender and perfect