"Such a young Peerless Genius. Killing him is sure to be a delight!"
Sun Yan licked his lips, a trace of madness in his eyes. "Kid, you can only blame your own bad luck!"
A newly advanced Great Perfection expert, and so young, yet he was about to be easily defeated—or even killed—by Sun Yan. How could his luck be anything but bad?
"Enough nonsense!"
Fang Yuan glanced around, then suddenly stepped forward and casually struck out with a palm.
The palm shadow reached midair and abruptly multiplied: one became two, two became four, four became eight... Palm prints filled the sky and spread in every direction. The astonishing chill carried by each palm plunged the surroundings into a frozen wasteland in an instant, with a biting wind.
"The Junshan Sect's Drifting Flower and Flying Willow Palm? How can it be this powerful?"
Sun Yan jumped in alarm and repeatedly retreated. "Poison Fire Demonic Skill!"
Sizzle!
Both his hands turned crimson, and waves of heat kept spilling out. His palms were pitch-black, clearly coated in poison.
Their figures blurred as they exchanged over a hundred moves in the blink of an eye.
The Vice Sect Master, watching from hiding, grew more and more astonished. "Fang Xu of the Junshan Sect? A newly advanced Great Perfection expert who hasn't even had time to consolidate his cultivation, yet he can fight Sun Yan to a standstill? It's unbelievable... No! For someone his age, his talent would rank among the top three in a thousand years. He's truly an Astonishing Talent. Even the Demon Emperor in his youth couldn't compare!"
"A young genius of the righteous path like this must be snuffed out early!"
Whoosh!
Just then, Fang Yuan flicked his hand across his belt. A streak of silver burst forth like a