If someone could slow down an ultra-fast moment, they would see the two knife-hands like high-speed trains racing toward each other on parallel tracks, crossing in a single instant.
At the instant they crossed, the gale was gathered, the flames swept away, and the lightning absorbed. Shi Tiexin's strike slid up along Yin Qingtai's arm, sweeping every last bit of Yin Qingtai's Tribulation Power clean away.
Yin Qingtai's imposing strike rapidly became weak and powerless, while Shi Tiexin's originally powerless strike swiftly charged up and grew stronger.
Then, under Shi Tiexin's control, the three forces of wind, fire, and lightning merged into a higher form, and his strike slashed across Yin Qingtai's neck.
Yin Tiansheng, in the room, sighed. "Every generation brings forth its own talented people."
Whoosh—they passed each other.
Shi Tiexin did not move at all.
Ten meters behind Shi Tiexin, Yin Qingtai staggered to a stop.
He touched his neck and turned his head back with difficulty, his eyes filled with shock. "What... kung fu was that...?"
Shi Tiexin did not turn around. "You should not have used inferior force in front of me."
"So... I have seen it..." Yin Qingtai smiled with difficulty. Then, with a puff, blood burst forth. A massive amount of blood exploded from Yin Qingtai's neck, spraying in every direction.
His round head flew into the air.
Yin Qingtai, who had once beheaded Ox-head with a single strike, had now been beheaded by Shi Tiexin with a single strike.
Crack—the secret realm shattered, and Yin Qingtai fell backward toward the sky. His hat drifted slowly down and covered his face.
From beginning to end, there had only been one move—more precisely, half a move. Shi Tiexin had not even used his own power; he had completely plundered Yin Qingtai's power and used