This surprising move had actually succeeded. Si Kongzhai's palm had indeed reached into Fan Lang's divine body, as if entering a microscopic universe, surrounded by over a thousand Life Stars.
He could wreak havoc here; with a casual grab, he could deal Fan Lang a devastating blow.
Si Kongzhai was greatly invigorated, as if he had glimpsed the dawn. His palm suddenly exerted force, unleashing power in all directions.
Yet Fan Lang merely smiled faintly, utterly unconcerned.
Si Kongzhai launched a fierce attack, only to encounter a sudden change. His power vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, and his palm was forcibly sent into another space. By the time he noticed something was wrong, it was already too late.
He could manipulate space, but so could Fan Lang.
This clash was a contest of the Space Dao.
Si Kongzhai's strike missed. He tried to withdraw his palm, only to find it trapped in some unknown spatial dimension. He could not pull it back.
Fan Lang had actually used the Nameless Cultivation Method. In terms of mastery over the Space Dao, this Peerless Divine Art was no less formidable than Stealing the Sky and Switching the Sun; each had its own strengths.
With his palm trapped, Si Kongzhai was immediately put on the defensive. He stepped through the celestial patterns beneath his feet, moving through spatial dimensions as his figure flickered in and out of sight.
Fan Lang's smile turned cold. The sword in his hand slashed out, tearing through space and striking Si Kongzhai's trapped palm with brutal force, severing it in a single stroke.
Pfft!
Si Kongzhai lost a hand. Divine blood gushed from his severed wrist, and waves of excruciating pain surged through him.
The pain itself was a minor matter. The real trouble was the