"Old dog, your uncle's bullying is too much. Do you really think that I am easy to mess with? It's not polite to come back and forth, so you can give me a slap in the face and give it a try."

Ning Tao glared angrily, completely irritated.

The power of the Heavenly Lord in his left hand touched, mixed with the rolling power of Heaven, and he slapped it with one palm, like the wrath of the God of God.

Covered by a huge and stalwart handprint.

"Tianzun... Mahamudra!"

"Broken~"

"Wha...what?"

Hua Gu Sanren's eyes almost popped out of his head. How is this possible, that he is not dead? And this palm? How can he have the power of the Heavenly Lord? A strong life and death crisis surged into his heart, and his spine went cold.

"No...don't..."

Despair also appeared in the female python's eyes.
Chapter completed!