Bang!
Lin Dun's words did not echo; he slapped the boy in white clothes, who flew into the air like a soccer ball, kicking up dust.
Lin Dun clapped his hands and said, "This is Elder Deng Mei's homework."
Lin Du's palm was a kind one, otherwise, it could have split the head of a white-clothed boy like a watermelon.
The boy in white stood up from the pile of stones, his face marked with a red palm print, and resentfully stared at the dust, "You're dead, you're going big on me. You don't want to leave alive."
He took out a token, preparing to have the cultivators in the palace subdue the dust, when suddenly a voice rang out.
"Stop!"
Lin Du's eyes narrowed, the sound very calm.
Before depression set in, I was in meditation and practice. I heard the sound and wanted to see what happened. Spiritually, I discovered the boy in white reached the forest dust, was almost dumbstruck with fear, and quickly stopped the depression.
