Kapitel 1213: A Great Tribute

"You…" The red-faced old man's face turned pale as if he had lost all his blood. He kept his gaze fixed on Su Ming, seemingly completely unbothered by Su Ming's palm pushing at his chest.

He stared at Su Ming's right hand and the whip. He could clearly see the divine abilities contained in the whip continuously crash against Su Ming's palm and subsequently collapse. It was as if Su Ming was completely unbothered by all his divine abilities.

The old man also heard the whip letting out creaking sounds when Su Ming squeezed down on it, as if it could not withstand the force. It felt like if Su Ming wanted to, he could instantly crush the whip.

It was the physical power of a powerful person, one that surpassed what the old man understood.