"Qin Hao, how dare you be so impudent!"
Qin Hao's words were very calm, but Elder Wang of the Wang Family could no longer contain his inner anger. He raised his hand and struck a palm aimed at Qin Hao's face.
Elder Wang's palm technique was soft yet firm, with a long and resilient momentum. The simple pair of palms seemed to carry immense force, coming with a whooshing sound.
Qin Hao's eyes narrowed, and he immediately saw through the foundation of this palm technique. He said disdainfully, "Shaolin Tiger Subduing Palm, yet a broken, incomplete mess. Absolutely wretched!"
Then, Qin Hao allowed Elder Wang's palm wind to approach, but just as it brushed his hair, he gently raised his hand, and his two fingers moved as fast as lightning, accurately tapping the old man's wrist.
In less than a second of contact, Elder Wang's face turned pale, as if all his strength had been drained out, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, eyes filled with panic.
