Getting the expected answer, Song Taishan smiled amiably at everyone and looked at Lin Hao: "Young Master Lin, do you have any concerns left?"
"None." Lin Hao smiled slightly. With his level of strength, if he were to seriously clash with Song Taishan, perhaps he wouldn't be his match for the time being.
But the next move shouldn't be a big problem.
"Alright, Young Master Lin, are you ready?" Song Taishan stroked his beard, stable as a mountain, as his primordial Qi surged while he spoke.
His garments and hair began to flow slowly, a gust of wind blowing by his side.
The primordial Qi around him was like a whirlwind, making a whirring sound.
When his aura reached its peak, he abruptly made his move.
A single palm!
As he raised his hand, his palm could faintly be seen changing color under the pressure of primordial Qi, emitting a white light.
The power of this palm was well controlled; nothing around was damaged, not a trace of force was projected elsewhere.
All of it.
