These Wanshou Sect disciples... they are truly crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
At the same time, everyone realized that the pitch-black clouds in midair had nothing to do with Feng Batian. At this moment, Feng Batian was pinned firmly to the ground by a Buddhist Bodhi Palm, unable to get up.
His aged face was horribly distorted from the pressure, shifting between pale and ashen, filled with shock and disbelief.
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