[Brothers, the author is still writing this chapter. There's no helping it—time is tight today, and this chapter isn't finished yet. Sorry. I'm posting it first; brothers, come back tomorrow.]
Ah! Ah! Ah!
When Zhu Wushi unleashed the Prajna Zen Palm against the countless ghostly skulls conjured by Elder Hei, hollow cries of agony instantly rang out through the air.
Wherever the golden palm print passed, ghostly qi scattered, as if everything had been swept away.
Zhu Wushi struck Elder Hei's back with a palm. The force of the blow directly shredded the clothes on his upper body, and the flesh across Elder Hei's chest split open inch by inch in an instant, leaving several bleeding gashes.
One could imagine the damage that palm had inflicted upon his internal organs and meridians.
"Ah!
Pfft!"
Elder Hei's face changed in an instant, from terror at sensing the aura behind him to twisted agony. As the palm print landed on his back, he let out a miserable scream, and a jet of blood sprayed three zhang from his mouth.
His body was immediately blasted dozens of zhang away.
[Brothers, stop reading for now. The author is working hard and is still writing.]
In a small city, an Innate was already considered a strong expert, while a grandmaster stood at the absolute peak. But once you left that little city at the bottom of the well that had trapped you for who knew how many years, you would realize that even grandmasters were merely a speck in the mortal world, struggling to survive.
In a place where the talents of an entire province gathered, realms you had never heard of—Transcendence, Dharma Manifestation, and the ascension realm—appeared before your eyes.
At last, one day, you caught sight of the bearing of an ascension