Bab 543: 542

The fist wind brushed his face, Ji Han stood there, not bothering to dodge or avoid it, or perhaps it happened so quickly that he simply couldn't react in time.

The dull sound of pounding drums echoed in the air as Lu Bei's fist broke through numerous winds to land a direct hit on Ji Han's face.

The next moment, a fierce and terrifying force explosively erupted.

The force of the shock transmitted.

Ji Han's head was raised up, his neck stretching thin and long, and his gaunt old man's body rapidly retreated, legs stiff, feet sliding along the ground creating deep furrows that stretched dozens of meters long.

Smoke clouded the air, strands of black smoke rising from the ground, the white jade slabs in front of the main palace melted due to the intense friction, flowing with a crystal-clear, red hot liquid.