Seeing Wang Teng rushing over, Xuan Nan's heart turned, and his withered arms swiftly struck toward Wang Teng's neck like lightning.
This fierce move was clearly contrary to the Buddhist Sect's principles.
But at this moment, Xuan Nan couldn't care about such matters, striving to kill Wang Teng.
The violent palm wind arrived in an instant, further closing in on Wang Teng's neck.
Wang Teng's knees slightly bent, his waist and abdomen exerted strength, and his whole body slid forward in a kneeling posture, narrowly avoiding Xuan Nan's palm strike.
"Hmm?!"
Xuan Nan couldn't help but let out a soft hum, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, Wang Teng swiftly turned around, his knee bracing on the ground, and pounced toward Xuan Nan, who had his back turned.
Suddenly, Wang Teng felt a chill behind him.
"Humph~!"
In midair, Wang Teng barely twisted his body, using excellent waist strength to tilt aside, but still felt a burning pain from his back.
