Bang bang.
Two earth-shattering sounds of palm strikes echoed.
The grandmaster's airflow that followed swept through the room like a hurricane.
In a flash, Leng Ying and Hall Master Xia, Hall Master Xu, clashed their palms together.
With Leng Ying suddenly unleashing his eighth-level grandmaster strength, the faces of the two Hidden Kill Hall Masters turned grim.
The next moment, the two Hidden Kill Hall Masters felt a storm of power raging toward them with unstoppable force.
They screamed as they were involuntarily sent flying backward, crashing through the wall.
At the same time, the Soft Sword in Yue Ling's hand, wielding Sword Qi like lightning, stabbed toward Lin Fei.
Swish.
The dazzling Sword Light, the terrifying killing intent.
Facing Yue Ling's sword, filled with lethal intent, Lin Fei's face was calm as water, as he directly used his flesh-and-blood palm to grab the incoming sharp sword.
