This palm strike, although it didn't employ any martial arts technique, nor did it use True Qi.
But this was still a palm strike from a Xuan Rank master.
It was as fierce as a tiger, with astonishing power.
It was more than enough to kill an ordinary person!
If it landed on Zhou Zheng, Zhou Zheng would surely die without a doubt.
At that moment, Zhou Zheng's eyes widened sharply.
He felt a breath of death enveloping his body.
Facing Mu Qianyue's thunderous palm.
He couldn't even raise a thought of resistance.
Because he knew, he couldn't resist, nor could he fight back.
Under the absolute crushing strength, all struggles were futile.
This time, he really was doomed!
Thinking of this, a flash of despair appeared in Zhou Zheng's eyes, and he could only quietly await the arrival of Death God.
The wind from Mu Qianyue's palm whistled as it approached, painfully scraping Zhou Zheng's face.
Zhou Zheng knew that in the next moment, his life would also come to an end.
