Nine Tripods Golden Body Shows Its Edge

At that moment, there was nothing else between heaven and earth, only the sight of the Prefecture Lord striking his palm toward Zhou You.

Everyone present, immersed in the scene, seemed separated by a screen, able only to watch helplessly as it unfolded without any way to interfere.

His palm descended face-down, utterly devoid of worldly airs.

This was a surprise attack from a Grandmaster, a life-and-death crisis Zhou You had never faced before.

"Why are you trying to kill me?"

Zhou You's heart was filled with shock and confusion. Instinctively, he used a move meant to claw out a living path from desperate straits.

Though somewhat flustered, he had not lost his mind. He knew a Grandmaster was far beyond anything he could fight, and that he could only withstand the blow head-on where he stood!

Fight back? Heh heh!

Dodge? Could you possibly outpace a Grandmaster's move, flashing like flowing light and covering a thousand miles in a breath?

"Glazed Longevity Light Fist Iv6, six-level cross-tier defense."

At the critical moment, Zhou You brought out his trump card for surviving a desperate situation, a defensive ultimate he would not use unless driven to the brink.

He was gambling that the Prefecture Lord would strike only once. After that one strike, whether it succeeded or failed, he would not attack again.

As long as he endured the first blow, there would still be opportunities afterward.

His fists crossed. A faint gleam rose, rapidly spreading and expanding from a single point, and in the blink of an eye, a perfectly round barrier enveloped Zhou You.

The instant the barrier took shape, before Zhou You even had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the Prefecture Lord's fingertips arrived.

A palm pressed down as though striking a mound of cotton, and