Before the middle-aged man's horrified eyes, his Cyan Heaven Palm Seal—a technique powerful enough to suppress a common practitioner of Secondary True Essence Refining—violently trembled upon contact with the bizarre, sevenfold Power. It held for less than a single breath before it seemed to disintegrate from within, groaning as if overburdened before shattering inch by inch!
'How is this possible? This kid is only at the first stage of True Essence Refining! How can his True Essence be so vigorous and tyrannical?!'
The middle-aged man's mind was in turmoil.
"Who are you? You dare attack a True Disciple of the Celestial Treasure Upper Sect? Are you courting death?!"
Chen Qing challenged coldly, spear in hand.
'True Martial Demon-Vibrating Spear!? The Celestial Treasure Upper Sect?'
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's pupils contracted, and the apprehension on his face deepened.
