Chapter 27 The Telepathic Misty Rain Finger

Zhuo Bufan struck at the same moment when he shouted. The first lesson any disciple of Shushan learned when practicing swordcraft was to be quick, hit accurately and viciously. With one glance, Zhuo Bufan had seen through the strength of Ye Que and knew that he was a rookie that had just entered the Pre-celestial Realm. He could act tough in front of ordinary folk or martial artists, but he was nothing but putty in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, something no more than a plaything. Due to his anger, Zhuo Bufan chose to attack in a manner that would be most humiliating to his opponent. He got close instantly. Slap! He smacked the left side of Ye Que's face with his right palm infused with True Energy. Just like Zhou Bufan expected, he was able to smack Ye Que back more than 10 meters back with 30 per cent of his strength at Psychic Realm power. It was not enough to kill him, but his face would definitely have been swollen. The force from his palm cut across the air and to