Ye Zhenshan nodded.

“This is a matter of life and death, so I won’t hold back. You don’t need to be polite with me.” He went to the courtyard outside, raised his hands and assumed a fighting stance, a confident smile on his face. “This is the true teaching of our Medicine King Sect, the Five Poisons Eight Trigrams Palm!”

As he spoke, his palms had turned pitch black.

It looks like it has a strange and highly poisonous appearance.

Ye Qingzhu was immediately filled with worry.

Because she came from the Medicine King Sect, she knew how dangerous the Five Poisons Eight Trigrams Palm was. She had personally witnessed an outsider who had trespassed into the mountain being slapped into a puddle of pus by an elder using this palm technique.

"Senior Brother, you..."

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards Lin Jinglong. If I hurt him, I will take responsibility for treating him!"

Ye Zhenshan said confidently.

Lin Jinglong raised his hand to stop Ye Qingzhu from trying to persuade him.

"It's alright, it's just a friendly exchange, we'll stop here when we've reached our goal."

He walked up to Ye Zhenshan.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Perfect timing. I’ve recently gained some insights into a new palm technique called Prajna Demon Suppression Technique. It has some rather unique abilities. Let’s clash with our palm techniques.”

"Come!"

Ye Zhenshan let out a low growl.

He waved his hands, as if drawing the Tai Chi symbol in front of him, which looked quite mysterious, and instantly gathered thousands of highly poisonous palm prints in front of him.

Lin Jinglong nodded slightly.

"To penetrate the body with poisonous gas, one cannot reach this level without twenty years of arduous training. But how can this chemical attack compare to the mental attack of the Prajna Demon-Suppressing Palm!"