As Yin Jiuling pressed a palm against the void, it felt as if Lin Yibing's chest was hit by a force of a thousand pounds, his body instantly flying backward and crashing a thousand meters away, leaving a massive pit on the ground.
In the pit, the barely breathing Lin Yibing lay on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, muttering to himself, "How is this possible... how is this possible..."
Yin Jiuling suddenly landing a palm that nearly killed Lin Yibing drew exclamations from the warriors on the ninth floor and the strong ones in Zhexian City.
"He defeated Lin Yibing with just one palm?"
"Something's not right. Just now, Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing fought for hundreds of rounds without a clear winner. Why would Lin Yibing be defeated by Yin Jiuling in a single palm?"
Many warriors spoke in confusion.
