"How dare you talk back?" Lan Ye's two pupils shone with cold light, and in the palm of his right hand, a ball of icy evil energy condensed, striking at Zhang Ruochen's heart.

Lan Ye wanted to teach Zhang Ruochen a lesson and let him suffer some hardships, so that he would be more honest and calm in the future.

This is also the meaning of Hai Ming Dharma King.

Just when Lan Ye took out his palm, the temperature within a few hundred feet dropped tenfold, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Ruochen formed seals with his hands, continuously mobilizing the holy energy in his body and opening the six orifices in his palms.

From the palm of his hand, two blood clouds surged out, both in the shape of five fingers.

"Seven Apertures Blood Palm."

Both palms struck out at the same time, clashing with Lan Ye's palm prints.

"Boom." The powerful palm force shook the cliff next to it, causing dense lines to crack.

Some of the lines are even several feet wide.

What's a bit strange is that the plum blossom tree growing on the cliff is intact, with only the bright red petals falling down and flying in the air.

"Dharma King Hai Ming must be nearby. He likes plum blossoms the most. He must have used his holy energy to protect the plum blossom trees on the cliff." Upon noticing this, Zhang Ruochen immediately withdrew more than half of the power in his palm.

Immediately, he flew backwards and flipped twice in mid-air before falling to the ground again.

"Pfft."

A mouthful of blood spit out from Zhang Ruochen's mouth, dyeing the ground crimson.

Lan Ye also took a small step back, looked at his palms, and then looked at Zhang Ruochen opposite with a rather surprised look.

Just now, although he only used 10% of his power, it was absolutely impossible for a third-level semi-saint to be able to stop him.

"How come your Seven Apertures Blood Dark Palm is so powerful? No, you seem to have opened the Sixth Aperture."
Chapter completed!