At this moment, nobody noticed that Ye Xuan's index and middle fingers were gently pressing against Xu Lao's pulse, slightly trembling twice.
Instantly, two subtle forces followed Xu Lao's pulse, penetrated into his body, and quickly moved through him.
If some Ancient Martial experts witnessed this, they would undoubtedly be speechless with astonishment.
When martial artists cultivate to an advanced realm, their control becomes meticulous, able to withdraw and release strength at will, but no matter how controlled the force is, it inherently possesses a violent characteristic, especially when injected into the human body, causing significant destruction.
Yet, Ye Xuan was not worried about this; the two forces he injected earlier were as fine as hair, and though they were also violent, he could control them perfectly, causing no harm to the body at all, proving that his cultivation of force had reached a highly advanced realm.
"Hmm..."
