"What... are you doing?"
In the forest, the burly man lowered his head, looking at the palm pressed against his chest. There was no denying that Lu Ye's strength wasn't small, but that was all there was to it.
He couldn't understand why the opponent would do such a thing in a life-and-death struggle.
As he spoke, the scimitar in his hand slashed toward Lu Ye again, but at that moment, the palm imprinted on his chest suddenly exerted force, as Lu Ye realized something was wrong and activated the power within him.
The burly man let out a dull groan, flying backward on his back, his chest caved in, falling a few meters away. He struggled to get up with the aid of his scimitar, looking at Lu Ye with an expression full of disbelief: "A... cultivator!"
After speaking, he fell to the ground again, blood flowing from his mouth.
Lu Ye stood in place, raising his hand to touch his cheek, then looked at his palm, which was full of blood.
