...More than once, Sang Feng had imagined what death would feel like.
Would it be agony beyond measure?
Or would there be no intense sensation at all, nothing but endless void and utter nothingness?
As he grew older, Sang Feng had considered countless possibilities.
But at this moment.
When death truly arrived.
He could only say that experiencing it firsthand actually seemed... all right.
When the attack he had placed absolute confidence in was effortlessly shattered like air by a casual palm strike from Ling Wuyuan.
His first feeling was undoubtedly extreme shock and confusion. He could not understand why that attack, which had gathered his life's efforts and all his painstaking devotion, had been so unbearably fragile—so fragile that he simply could not comprehend it.
As though his attack had merely been some illusion that a faint breeze could scatter on the spot...
However, soon enough, when that very [slow] attack—so [slow] that although Ling Wuyuan had struck first, Sang Feng still had time to counterattack—truly reached him.
Feeling that immense force so close at hand.
Sang Feng suddenly felt relieved...
At most, there remained a trace of insignificant helplessness in his heart.
Helplessness that Ling Wuyuan could control such tremendous power so well—so well that only when he truly came into contact with it could he perceive just how enormous it was. It was like a mountain towering into the clouds standing plainly before him, yet he had been utterly unable to see it before.
Then, before he could even feel pain, the body and soul he had forged through who knew how many years of effort and the consumption of who knew how many resources were instantly blasted apart and scattered by Ling Wuyuan's palm strike from afar!!
There was neither any bloody spectacle.
Nor any meaningful