"Clay!"
Ethan Smith's face turned pale, desperately pushing Clay, but it was already too late.
That palm strike was heading straight for Clay!
Ethan felt desperate, while the mighty realm cultivator was covered in cold sweat!
If this palm strike hit Clay, it would likely kill him instantly!
By then, Randall wouldn't let Ethan go!
"Buzz!"
Just as the palm strike was about to hit Clay, a brilliant light appeared.
Following that, an old figure took form and stood in front of Clay.
Although the figure was quite old, he had an air of intimidation around him. With scars across his face, he looked like someone not to be messed with.
"Grandpa!"
Seeing this figure, Clay let out a sigh of relief.
However, the mighty cultivator in front of them had a face full of setbacks, and hastily greeted, "I've met Elder Freeman..."
Old Randall glanced at him, then turned to Clay.
"Fuck, did you go over time?!" Old Randall made people's jaws drop the moment he opened his mouth.