Lu Zhangke's gaze was fierce. Even though he noticed that the old Shaolin monk seemed to be strange and had unfathomable strength, but he did not change his domineering mannerisms.
When he heard the monk's words, he cackled darkly. "Defeat me? Haha! Pay attention to your words and don't say something so unrealistic, got it?!"
As he spoke, his qi surged up, and his robes fluttered with no wind. Within a short period of time, cold wind blew in a circular area around him, and it chilled the Yuan Dynasty soldiers so much that they retreated.
The old monk's robes fluttered, but he was not forced to take even half a step back. A barely visible red ripple could be seen around him as Lu Zhangke became serious.
"Shaolin's Nine Yang Skill." Lu Zhangke recognized it straight away.
It was a technique that could suppress his Freezing Palm. However, Profound Abyss Divine Palm was not any ordinary freezing palm technique.
He smiled coldly.