"Friendly! Stop!"
The Reception Envoy shouted, feeling like he was about to be crushed to death by this palm strike.
This guy was definitely not a Horizontal Training Ninth Layer, no Horizontal Training Ninth Layer would have strength this terrifying; this was at least a Body Refining expert.
A True Qi Martial Artist sneaking up on a Body Refining expert, wasn't this courting death?
While shouting, the Reception Envoy drew back to grab Wei Fan's hand to block, but in just an instant, the True Qi in his hand shattered, his Protective True Qi exploded, and his arm felt like it had been struck by an iron hammer, his legs sinking into the ground.
"Brother Wei, stop!"
Ning Xuan flew in from the air, his shout coming closer and closer, and Wei Fan's palm barely stopped on the Reception Envoy's forehead.
Just an inch more, and the Reception Envoy's head would explode like a watermelon.
"Puh!"
