The howling power, like surging waves, crashed onto the man in white.
The man in white felt as if a great mountain had collided with him head-on, the formidable strength instantly tearing through his defenses.
"Pfft!"
The man in white's complexion went pale, his chest and abdomen churned with blood, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
After doing all this, the old man acted as if nothing had happened, and continued to sit there as cool as ever.
"Third Brother!"
"Third Junior!"
The man in green and the man in black shouted in shock at the same time, rushing forward to catch the man in white who was sent flying backward.
"Big Brother, Second Brother... this old guy is very strong!"
The man in white forcefully suppressed his shaking breath and looked at the old man with eyes full of terror.
That palm strike had almost instantly destroyed all of his defenses.
It had even shattered the eighteen layers of techniques he had deployed in just a fleeting moment.