"You bastard, let the Young Master go!"
Fan Lao roared, his aura exploding once more. He pressed his palms together, causing the spirit energy around him to surge. Combining this with his own true essence, he condensed two enormous palm prints in the air. As his hands drew closer together, the two palm prints in the sky also slammed toward Ye Chen.
Wang Dalong and his two companions stood stunned, staring blankly at the palms appearing on either side of them. Their legs went weak, and they were unable to move at all because Fan Lao had not considered them in the slightest when he attacked. He had covered the very spot where they stood. Given their level of cultivation, being hit by those palms would mean certain death.
Chapter 629