“Silly boy, accept my move!” Ligar Malcolm roared and rushed towards Philip, he raised his hand and punched Philip in the face.

Seeing the opponent hit him, Philip subconsciously stretched out his right hand to block it.

The next moment, everyone saw a black figure suddenly bounce backwards.

Philip raised his eyebrows.

A question mark appeared in his mind.

Philip didn’t expect the legendary sect master to be so vulnerable.

Philip really just patted him lightly.