C1361 Eight Strikes of the Eight Trigram!

Ye Hong nonchalantly slapped his own body.

"Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!..."

Eight sharp snaps echoed in the blink of an eye.

The eight disciples clutched their swollen palms, retreating in shock to their positions in the formation.

Sima Zhengming's eyes twitched beneath his eyelids, yet he remained with eyes closed.

Sima Ann, having anticipated this, chuckled