"Get lost! If you dare obstruct me again, don't blame me for killing you!" Cang Lu roared, then without the slightest hesitation unleashed the Flood Palm Howl. Wave after endless wave of water-element techniques surged toward her former master, Xuanli.
Although Xuanli was the Grand Elder who taught and imparted the Dao, her strength should naturally have ranked first in the entire sect. Yet this palm had caught her completely off guard, showing that Cang Lu had long since made up her mind to deal with her own master.
Sure enough, Xuanli reacted quickly. She swung a wind organ resembling a fan, triggering a profound-rank, upper-grade technique of her own. But one had struck first while the other was forced to defend. Before the sound could even erupt, the Flood Palm Howl had already blasted Xuanli away. Qiongfei behind her was caught up in it as well, and both Grand Elders were sent flying by that single move.
"Hahaha! Take a good look! This is the strength of the Xianle Sect! This is what the Xianle Sect is like without me! What use are these techniques of playing, singing, and performing? Without joining another sect, you'd only become someone else's pawn! I'll show you now what the strength of an upper-tier sect truly is!" Cang Lu advanced toward Qiongfei step by step, apparently intending to kill this thorn in her side first.
"Cang Lu! What are you doing? Stop!" Xuanli cried out, but Cang Lu paid her no heed. She leaped up and struck out with her palm. Clearly, no one could stop her madness now.
I shook my head. The Xianle Sect's strength was indeed far too poor. A technique like this would not even count as particularly advanced in Falling Wood Valley of Yunmo Continent, yet in a