บท 768: Zhang Ronghua's Life Is Not Worth Anything

The black-robed man made his move. He used the Soul Devouring Sky Erosion Palm. Boundless internal strength gathered in his palm and transformed into a huge black palm print. It turned into an arrow string and ruthlessly slapped towards the carriage.

Feng Jianxiu and the others lay on the ground. They pressed their palms against the ground and struggled to get up. They were too heavily injured and fell to the ground before they could lift their upper bodies. They shouted in despair and anger," Stop!"

The palm print did not stop. Wherever it passed, a terrifying wind shot out, destroying everything.

Inside the car.

"Capture him alive!" the Crown Prince said calmly.

Whoosh!