Chapter 471: The Grand Buddha's Chaos Palm

Xue Ling's pale face showed he was at his limit, yet Zi Ming's final three palm strikes came in rapid succession, showing no sign of slowing down despite Ling's wan complexion. The sharp wind from the palms howled like a fierce winter storm, sending a chill through the hearts of all present. These final three palm strikes packed more inner power than the combined strength of the previous ten, and what shocked Ling even more was the almost seamless connection between them. It wasn't just Ling, who...