Over there, Zhao Changhe struck Night palace's chest and abdomen with a palm, but Night palace originally didn't care, casually flicking his left hand, while his right hand already held the note.
But that casual flick didn't block Zhao Changhe's palm at all. As their palms met, Night palace suddenly felt his body soften; the strength in his hands dissipated by seventy to eighty percent, and Zhao Changhe easily overpowered him. That large hand broke through the hindrance and directly pressed between the two hemispheres.
Night palace: "?"
Zhao Changhe: "¿"
Zhao Changhe himself hadn't expected that this mere attempt to push the opponent back would be so effective. Who was the opponent, after all? It was Night palace, known for transforming the sky and ground with just a casual strike!
