Absolute Martial God

"North Old Master," Lin Feng's eyebrows knitted together. From the tone of North Old Master, it seemed as though he was conveying final wishes, which gave him an ominous feeling.,說完，the Northern Elder already stepped towards the entrance. The stone gate creaked open. Without looking back, he continued his步伐, leaving Lin Feng with only the silhouette of his figure moving forward.,This is a subtle but powerful palm technique, like falling leaves or calm breeze and light wind. Its essence, however, is extremely tyrannical. If anyone dare underestimate it, a single strike could be fatal.。