On the battlefield, a middle-aged man moved with inhuman agility. He used neither weapons nor powerful Martial Arts, yet his figure was like a ghost, suddenly appearing at the flank of a Demon Clan General. His twin palms were like sharp blades, True Yuan's condensed
Primordial Light flowing over his hands.
Puchi!
Peng!
His twin palms silently pierced through the Armor on the outside of a Demon Clan General, then through his skin and flesh, directly crushing his Heart. The Demon Clan General's eyes bulged wide as he lowered his head to look at those hands that were like White Jade. He could not believe it—this Armor, which was said to be able to withstand three frontal strikes from Boundary-level Martial Arts, had been effortlessly
pierced like tofu under the other party's hands.
"White Jade Shura Hand." The middle-aged man murmured softly, his eyes devoid of any fluctuation, incomparably calm.
