บท 269: Wang Hou The Cheater

The hand was several hundred meters long, its fingers closed as Daemonic Qi churned over it.

As it descended directly overhead, Three Blades Lin was left absolutely astonished.

The hand had locked on to his Qi and there was nowhere to go.

Resist?

Resist, his foot!

The land around him was crumbling under the tremendous force that hand wrought even for it reached, forming a huge palm print. Three Blades Lin himself would have been pressed into the rocks if he himself had nothing go for him.

Even so, there was a flash of despair in his eyes.

Neither fight nor flight were options…so he had to rely on his wits!

Looking skyward, he bellowed in rage, "Sir, my gramps is the disciple of the Penglai immortal sect…"

Boom!

The air rumbled.