Watching Randeng get "buried alive" amid the billowing dust, Hun Xiu looked at his palm and murmured, "Is this my strength now?"
Hun Xiu still found it hard to believe. Was this really his current strength? He was clearly only at the Early Stage Quasi-Saint realm, yet even a Late Stage Quasi-Saint expert could not withstand a single palm strike from him?
Of course.
Hun Xiu also understood that there had definitely been an element of luck in sending Randeng flying with one strike. If Randeng had not completely failed to defend himself or dodge—
It would have been impossible for him to send Randeng flying with one palm strike.
The gap between the Early Stage Quasi-Saint and the Late Stage Quasi-Saint was still vast. Hun Xiu knew that.
He felt no joy at having sent Randeng flying with one strike. Randeng had simply been careless, hadn't he? Hun Xiu had merely taken advantage of an opening.
Randeng crawled out from the pile of rubble, utterly dumbfounded. He was in a miserable state, with traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. His face darkened as he looked at Hun Xiu.
Damn it, I was careless!
This brat is nowhere near as weak as I imagined. He tricked me! What an actor this Jiejiao man is.
Standing in the air and looking down at Hun Xiu, Randeng said, "Well, well, a Jiejiao disciple who hid himself so deeply. It seems I underestimated you."
"Just now, I was careless. Now it is time for my performance—for me to get serious."
Randeng pressed a palm toward Hun Xiu. The power between heaven and earth transformed into invisible pressure, gathering around Hun Xiu and crushing down upon him. Above his head, a massive, indistinct palm imprint descended toward him.
The palm imprint