บท 591: Deal

Zhao Shang felt sick. His inner energy circulation was poor, and his stature was slowing down.

Chu Li swung down his palm once again, like an evil spirit. Zhao Shang was unable to evade the blow, and could only feebly strike back with his palm.

"Bam!" With a muffled sound, Zhao Shang felt that his palm energy had successfully drilled into his target's body without hindrance as if it were an unguarded house. This made him feel inexplicably satisfied as his blood and breath continued to flow unhindered.

However, after a moment, Zhao Shang felt that his newfound, nearly infinite amount of inner energy was unable to be controlled by him and entered Chu Li's body.