The moment Cheng Wuduan, who had just been helped up, felt his back drenched in sweat.
He knew his little trick had not only been seen through but also resolved.
At this moment, he was overwhelmed with shame and chokingly said, "All the faults lie with Cheng Wuduan. I can only atone with my death, hoping that the disciples under my command do not follow my path and lose great righteousness."
After finishing, the Innate True Qi surged within him, his palm suddenly produced the sound of wind and thunder, and he slammed it towards his forehead.
Judging by the force of his palm, it seemed he could turn his head into a mess of tomato sauce with a single blow.
"Master..."
"Father!"
A chorus of shocked cries rang out from the surroundings.
Bang...
Just as Cheng Wuduan's palm nearly hit his forehead, accompanied by the faint roar of wind and thunder, his entire body suddenly shook, as if his hand was carrying a huge mountain, unable to strike down further.
