True Lord's Remnant Will Appears

In his fury, Wu Zhi vaguely heard a voice ring out in his mind.

"Kill him!"

That voice seemed to belong to the supposedly dead True Lord of Pure Water.

Instinctively, he struck out with his palm.

Almost at the same time, at the center of the island.

The earth split open, and a streak of white light shot forth.

Lightning seemed to flash around that white light. It appeared to be a bolt of lightning, yet it possessed none of lightning's terrifying might. One could not even sense the slightest trace of power from it.

Within the white light, a blurry remnant will stared fixedly at the descending palm.

Wu Zhi struck out with a palm through the air, and a golden palm imprint immediately appeared in the void.

The palm imprint was enormous, blotting out the sky and sun. For a moment, the heavens above the small island seemed to darken.

Zen cultivation, Vacuum Great Handprint!

The palm imprint came crashing down like a mountain, its palm wind vast and mighty, as broad and profound as the surrounding sea...

Vaguely, it seemed as though a solemn, treasure-elephant-like Vajra was swinging a gigantic palm down at Song Zhong.

Feeling the palm wind bearing down from above, Song Zhong raised a hand and pointed with one finger.

In an instant, the sound of thunder resounded, and a bolt of purple lightning flew from his fingertip, striking the palm imprint.

In an instant, the void palm imprint shattered into pieces.

Outside the island, cultivators from the various sects on the shore stared at the two men in the distance in shock.

"They've made their move! Two people from the Hundred Peaks Sect are actually fighting each other!"

"What a joke. Don't those righteous path cultivators flaunt their benevolent hearts all day