This young master's cultivation level far surpassed Chen Zhezhe's. He moved like the wind and struck like lightning; though this palm strike appeared slow, it was actually extremely fast.
Chen Zhezhe saw it coming, but simply had no time to react. All he could see in his eyes was the young master's distorted face and a cyan imprint filling the opponent's palm.
This was the gap between someone who had truly stepped onto the path of cultivation through Foundation Establishment and a half-baked cultivator like Chen Zhezhe.
Chapter 180