Elder Qin was taken aback as he watched Ren Feifan still managing to speak, his expression somewhat strange.
He knew the power of the Heavy Artifact Buddha's Hand, and logically, the young man should have been crushed into pulp by now, but he seemed to be completely unharmed.
The key question was how could this fellow still have the leisure to talk—could he make it look any easier?
Could it be that this kid was born with supernatural strength? Still, this power is not enough!
"Since you say you find it easy, I will give you more power! Make you feel even more comfortable! Heavy Artifact Buddha's Hand, press down harder!"
Elder Qin's fingers pinched a seal, his eyes stern to the utmost, and from around him surged countless streams of True Qi towards the Heavy Artifact Buddha's Hand!
A wispy black mist instantly seeped out from something on Ren Feifan's back.
With a "crack!", suddenly, the weight of the Heavy Artifact Buddha's Hand on Ren Feifan's back seemed to double!