As the rope snapped apart, the elder before Lin Chen suddenly froze in the middle of the hand seal he had formed.
Then his figure could be seen swaying like a falling leaf caught in a gale, staggering back several steps as a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out of his lips.
That Spiritual Technique was linked to the elder's qi. At the instant it was shattered with a boom, he felt it in his own body as well. His hands trembled, and he looked at Lin Chen with some horror, shouting, "Impossible!"
Anyone touched by that Spiritual Technique, unless their cultivation far surpassed the elder's, would, once ensnared, have the Spiritual Energy in their Dantian sealed, making it naturally impossible for them to move in the slightest.
In his understanding, no one had ever broken free of it with such brute force. Moreover, the aura emanating from the Lin Chen before him clearly did not surpass his own. How could the elder possibly remain calm?
"You've simply seen too little."
