If not, with a single surge of his Inner Strength, he'd still be a dead man.
Just when he didn't know what to do, a familiar sound of wind breaking suddenly arose again.
Diving straight towards the opposite person's head.
The small old man was startled, feeling a glimmer of hope in the face of death, but he realized that the Great Brahma Prajna Palm showed no sign of retracting. Instead, another hand suddenly emerged from the person's chest.
This hand, however, was noticeably different from the others.
The other hands were all large-boned, with muscular tendons.
But this hand was slender as jade, with fingers like scallions, and with a flick, it reached into the air and grabbed.
"Leaf picking hand?"
Three words sprung up in the old man's mind.
And in that instant, the hand had already caught the flying stone in the palm.
"It's over..."
The old man sighed internally but suddenly found that the fierce wind of the Great Brahma Palm aimed at him instantly receded.
