Wang Dadong lowered his head to look at his chest, only to see a slit cut through his clothes at the chest area, and a fine line of blood had appeared on his flesh.
That was the consequence of not being directly hit; had he been directly hit, Wang Dadong probably would have been killed on the spot.
Wang Dadong was immensely shocked, not knowing what the old man's palm was made of, to be so hard that even the Sacred Body seemed like paper before him!
But that wasn't even the scariest part.
The most terrifying thing was that when the old man struck his attack, Wang Dadong could feel a nearly despair-inducing horrific intent to kill enveloping him.
It was as if he himself had become a piece of meat on the chopping board, waiting to be diced.
Wang Dadong had killed countless strong foes on his journey, including Saints, yet he had never seen anyone possess such intense murderous aura.
