The pressure of a mid-third-rank martial artist is as effective against ordinary people as it is against fellow practitioners.
The gray-haired old man struck a palm toward Yi'er. To everyone present, the strike felt as if a massive mountain were crushing down from above, threatening to grind them into pulp.
"Heavens! Is this the legendary martial arts master whose palm can shatter a skull?"
"If that hits the little girl, won't every bone in her body be crushed to dust?"
"It's over! The poor child is doomed!"
Chapter 852