BOOM!
The giant frost palm descended, shaking the entire ground. Countless shards of ice burst in all directions, causing everyone's expressions to change as they quickly retreated to defend themselves.
"You old geezer, you dare to injure me? Let's see you survive this time!"
The sinister youth clutched the wound on his abdomen, a triumphant look on his face as he gazed at Li Mingliang's position. He was confident that his palm strike had already crushed Li Mingliang into a meat patty. As for the Myriads Swords Returning Origin Technique, he wasn't worried. The old one was dead, but wasn't there still a young one? As long as he captured Li Qingyue, obtaining the Myriads Swords Returning Origin Technique would be no problem. Presenting it to His Majesty would surely be a monumental achievement. The sinister youth was already fantasizing about his own meteoric rise.
