"Boom!"
With a deafening crash, the Blood-Handed Old Man was sent flying backward by the golden palm print, slamming directly into the cliff face. Under the terrifying impact, dense spiderweb cracks instantly spiderwebbed across the stone wall...
The Blood-Handed Old Man raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, a chilling, murderous light flashing in his eyes. He let out a low roar, the aura around him turning increasingly violent as a sea of blood churned about him.
Chapter 567