Chapter 202: It seems you don't have to wait anymore

"I am Zhou Heng of Pure Yang Palace, the true successor, known in the Jianghu as 'Purple Lightning Thunder Blade'."

Zhou Heng laughed loudly, but instead of dodging, he moved straight ahead and pointed out a finger, lightly brushing against the fist of the pharmacist Lu.

His move was offhand, his lips curved in a smile.

He seemed to be enveloped in a saintly radiance, his fingertip appearing to bear no force, merely grazing past Lu's fist.

At that moment, Zhou Heng gave off the impression of Buddha picking a flower, smiling for ten thousand years.

Flower Picking Finger!

The pharmacist Lu, who was struck by Zhou Heng's finger at the front, did not share the dreamlike sensation others felt. From his perspective, he simply felt the force in his fist sink like it had plunged into the deep sea, incapable of inflicting any harm.