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Qian Senlai wore a solemn expression as he looked at Ling Han. He withdrew his last shred of contempt.
Though in the outside world, he could crush Ling Han with a single finger, in this place, Ling Han was a strong opponent.
He took a deep breath, and assumed an attacking stance.
"Three Elements Floating Wind Palm," Luo Xi blurted out. There was also a hint of shock in his voice. This was one of Qian Senlai's trump cards. He hadn't expected him to use it so quickly.
Ling Han was not careless either. The present Qian Senlai was exuding a powerful aura, as if even if the sky collapsed, he would be able to send even the sky itself backwards with a single palm strike.
This was probably a celestial technique.