A drop of pure liquid flowed from his dantian, rushing towards his meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.,Several burly men moved aside the debris, he should have died, a beam just happened to block the falling boulder, his body wasn't injured too much, the real cause of death came from that fatal palm strike.,He was covered in dust, his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar. Xu Yilin told him to go back and clean up first.。