Huang Tian Sheng and Huang Qiaoyun exchanged a glance. The latter said, "How arrogant. You dare try to stop us with just a clone!"
Huang Qiaoyun was tall and slender, dressed in a pale yellow gown. Her skin was fair, and her features were lovely and extraordinary.
An air of nobility radiated from her.
For someone with the Huang bloodline to have come this far was proof enough of her strength. She was no weaker than the geniuses of the imperial clans.
They took a step forward, their fingers and palms pouring forth sharp Golden Immortal Light, as solid as swords. The void shattered in great swaths before them.
In the blink of an eye, they were before the Realm Master, striking hard at his chest.
This was the Golden Family's core art—the Palm Sword.
Yet the moment their palms touched the Realm Master, an unrivaled wave of light suddenly erupted from his body.
Vast and magnificent, it surged forth like the power of the universe, then condensed without dispersing.
"What?"
Huang Qiaoyun's face paled.
Huang Tian Sheng was just as shocked. The moment their palm force touched the Dao Master's protective aura, it began to vanish at astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, it was gone.
"Take it back!"
The Realm Master gave a quiet shout.
Boom!
Huang Qiaoyun and Huang Tian Sheng watched in shock as their vanished Palm Swords reappeared—only now they were aimed at their owners.
With a splurt, the blades pierced their palms and drove through their chests.
"Ah!"
Huang Qiaoyun and Huang Tian Sheng screamed as they were hurled into the distance, blood spilling from their mouths.
"What kind of cultivation art is that?"
Huang Qiaoyun sat up, her face filled with horror.
He had never used it during his long battle