Nan Batian was sent flying by Chen Jie with a palm strike, somersaulting ten paces backward, before finally planting five footprints on the ground and coming to a halt.
His expression was one of disbelief, "How, how is this possible!"
"Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms!"
Nan Batian's face was filled with horror, and his hands were trembling at this point.
The Mystic Ice Power was known for its domineering nature, leveraging the Ice Attribute to attack enemies, few of whom truly dared to fight it out with him.
But he had encountered the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, the strongest Cross Martial Arts Cultivation Technique. In terms of tyranny, could you be more tyrannical than it?
Impossible, he was blown away by that palm, his heart was indescribably shocked, and his face was filled with astonishment as he stared at Chen Jie.
"You, how do you know the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms!"
