Chapter 8: One Hundred Thousand Heavenly Mandate Vitality

"Stop!"

Just as Sun Qiang's hammer was about to strike again, a white-bearded elder rushed over and stood in front of the stone wall.

"If you want to destroy the Xuanlong Palm stone wall, step over my dead body!"

"Very well!"

Taking the hammer from Sun Qiang's hand, Zhang Xuan swung it single-handedly and smashed fiercely towards the elder.

Before he even reached him, a great oppressive force surged forward, as if to tear him apart.

"Zhang laoshi..." Lu Mingrong's face changed.

This was a Pavilion Elder from the Han Yuan Dynasty, notorious for his foul and firm temperament, known for his blunt words. After retiring from worldly affairs to live out his days here, he came to this place daily upon learning of this palm art—not to fully grasp it but merely to pass the time. Should anything go wrong, the whole Baiyan Academy would surely be plunged into crisis.

"You..."