C916 The Tyrannical Xiyang Palm!

The solemn green-robed middle-aged man standing behind Liu Ji abruptly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam shot from his narrow slits of pupils, fixating unwaveringly on Xue Jianing's hands. "Xue Style Tai Chi... It's been years since I've seen that technique," he said, his voice raspy and dry, like a smoker who had longed for a drink.

Meanwhile, Xue Jianing, having intercepted the ashtray