Finger Destruction

"Pom!""Chi!" The two sounds rang almost simultaneously.

"Pom!" Chu Li's body briefly glowed with a golden flash, and it was as if a horse galloping at high speed had collided with him. His body was straight, and he was cast away into the air. Chu Li took a few blank steps and then landed lightly on the ground.

The golden glow dissipated completely along with the golden shimmer on his face. The mysterious light seeped back under his skin.

"Chi!" Feng Qiliang forcefully dodged Chu Li's strike, but it hit him on his shoulder nonetheless. Feng Qiliang's body went limp instantly.

"Sentient Menace!" The facial expressions of those who were seated changed.

They knew it was an extinct technique from the Tempest Temple.

"Senior Feng! Senior Feng!" Zhou Zhicheng hurriedly reached out his hand.