Heavenly Netherworld Blood Palm!
Though Sect Master Tian Ming was filled with rage, he did not dare hesitate in the slightest. From the very start, he went all out, unleashing the Heavenly Nether Sect's ultimate technique and sending forth a crimson palm gale nearly a thousand zhang wide. Wherever the palm gale passed, the sound of infants whimpering rose from all around. He intended to end this in one blow—first severely injure Yao Ling, then find a way to break her spatial blockade over the convention grounds.
As the Heavenly Nether Sect's ultimate technique, the Heavenly Netherworld Blood Palm was an exceptionally formidable Low-Grade Heavenly Rank Dou Skill. Even an ordinary one-star Dou Saint would not dare underestimate such power!
"Xiao Yan, Saint Hu Yun, Old Man Bao Shan, the three of you join forces and hold Gu You off for a while first." Yao Ling did not dare take the Heavenly Netherworld Blood Palm lightly. With a sweep of her sleeve, a surge of soul power poured forth and intercepted the attack. Yet that violent collision did not produce any storm. Instead, the space at the point of impact was annihilated into nothingness.
This old man's comprehension of spatial power has actually reached such a level. Yao Ling looked at the patch of nothingness where the two attacks had collided, several traces of surprise surfacing on her face. Even among the Ancient Eight Clans, there were not many Half-Saints capable of wielding spatial power so freely. At the very least, she had to admit that she could not do it.
"Little girl, it seems this old man underestimated you."
Sect Master Tian Ming sneered, forcibly suppressing the flicker of panic in his heart. Seeing that Yao Ling was so young, he had inevitably looked down on her somewhat before