The palm of the Lonely Mountain struck out, and the True Qi condensed palm appeared in the air the next moment. Then, it suddenly expanded, reaching a size of four to five meters in the blink of an eye, and it came crashing down towards Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan shouted coldly, adopting a posture as if holding up the heavens, ready to meet the opponent's strike. If he could withstand this one, he was confident he could defeat his adversary.
However, Zhang Fan seemed to have underestimated this Elder from the Desolate Earth Sect named Lonely Mountain. His posture could not withstand the opponent's attack. The gigantic palm descended from the air, striking Zhang Fan below. His body trembled and was directly pressed into the soil by the immense palm.
As the giant palm dissipated, half of Zhang Fan's body was planted into the dirt. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked toward the Lonely Mountain above.
"Mid Nascent Soul Realm!"
