"Xiao Clan remnant, die for this Hall Master!"
That palm strike was driven almost to its absolute limit.
Hun Miesheng's hand was like a Ghost Claw, carrying a dense, chilling yin energy as it tore through space and arrived above Xiao Yan's head in an instant.
To the naked eye of an ordinary person, all one could see was a ripple in space, and the former's palm was already less than an inch from the top of Xiao Yan's head!
That single inch was the distance between life and death!
Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly shrank. He could clearly feel the Threat of Death closing in.
He wanted to dodge, but that palm wind had already locked completely onto him, leaving him utterly unable to move.
He wanted to resist, but the pressure of a Five-Star Dou Saint bore down on him like a mountain, making it impossible for him to so much as lift a finger.
Was he really going to die like this?
At this critical, hair's-breadth moment.
"How could a descendant of mine be allowed to die just because you say so?!"
A hoarse, deep voice exploded beside Xiao Yan's ear like thunder! Boundless fury was contained within that voice, along with an indescribable majesty.
Immediately after, a withered hand appeared above Xiao Yan's head with extreme abruptness.
That hand looked as thin as dry wood, its skin covered in the marks of time, yet it was precisely such a seemingly powerless hand that curled a finger and flicked.
Clang!
That light flick had actually knocked Hun Miesheng's hand away by force!
The tremendous force made Hun Miesheng's arm tremble slightly, and his entire body involuntarily took a step back.
A palm strike that had originally been a sure thing was once again met with an unexpected turn!