The Old Man in the Dream

Shi Mu’s chest moved up and down. His complexion was pale. His palm was a little red, but it didn’t hurt.

He walked over to the broken stone and grabbed a handful of stone’s fragments. His eyes flickered brightly. The faint trace of a smile glittered across his face.

He could finally produce an incredible power by coordinating his Real Qi with his inborn strength. He could’ve crushed the millstone-sized stone with a single punch before as well, but not to such an extent.

Shi Mu recalled the day when he had a life-or-death fight with the Fifth Master of the Jin Family. The Fifth Master’s Blood Palm wouldn’t have posed any danger to him if he had this palm strength back then. In fact, he would’ve been a well-matched opponent to him.

Shi Mu’s eyes moved. He turned over his hand and released the fragments of the blue stone as he shook his head.