The white-bearded old man's withered hand reached out steadily, unwaveringly grabbing the fist Zhu Bufan had thrown.
Having tested that his own punch could exert up to 5000 pounds of force, Zhu Bufan hadn't gathered his spiritual power in his arm, but the punch he threw was certainly not light.
Yet, why could this white-bearded old man so easily dissipate his power and even grab his fist? This surprised Zhu Bufan greatly.
At this moment, Zhu Bufan wanted to pull his fist out of the white-bearded old man's grip, but no matter how hard he tried.
The white-bearded old man's hand was like iron tongs, firmly clamping down on his fist.
He was completely unable to extricate himself.
To say that Zhu Bufan was not panicking at this moment would be false.
Immediately, Zhu Bufan had no choice but to convert his spiritual power into Spiritual Power and channel it to his arm.
In the blink of an eye.
A strange and powerful force suddenly exploded from Zhu Bufan's fist.
"Clang..."
