"You're courting death!"
As the words echoed, Elder Sang's expression turned cold and harsh. Suddenly, his palms came together in a seal, and his body shook violently. Instantly, a majestic force burst forth from his body, howling as it converged onto his palms.
In that instant, those palms turned pitch black!
An even chillier aura emanated.
"Roar!"
Handsome guy roared.
"Tianhe Soul Losing Palm!"
Amid Elder Sang's fierce roar, the pair of pitch-black palms aimed at Handsome guy's head and suddenly struck out, lifting a trail of dark light!
"Hmph, wicked beast, this palm will crush your skull!" A hint of cruelty flickered in the depths of Elder Sang's eyes.
The Tianhe Soul Losing Palm was his unique ultimate skill.
To cultivate this palm technique, he spent years in morgues and similar places, absorbing the chilling, fearsome aura emitted by bodies after death, and then merging it into the True Qi within his body.
