The old man's aura surged, his robe billowing, with spiritual power gathering in his withered palms.
His cultivation was at the False Infant Stage, and his palm strike was as if a giant mountain was pressing down.
Bang~
His palm unerringly clashed with Lin Tian's fist, emitting a dull sound that made one's scalp go numb.
Originally.
He thought one strike would be enough to send Lin Tian flying and capture him.
But as fist and palm met, he immediately felt a terrifying force upon him.
He couldn't control his body and was blasted back some distance.
Facing him was Lin Tian.
Similarly unfazed, Lin Tian backpedaled in retreat.
"Fake Core Realm cultivation, with such frightening power! Who are you?"
The old man looked shocked, staring intently at Lin Tian as he shouted.
However.
Lin Tian across from him seemed as if he hadn't heard the old man's words at all.
He unleashed a punch, slightly panting.
