The owner of that hand was, of course, Li Xinge.
His robes, white as pure snow, stood out with particular starkness amid the sinister surroundings of Myriad Bone Mountain.
He stood before King Ancestor Qin's palm strike, allowing the rings of destructive force to wash over him.
His robes billowed, snapping in the wind.
Yet not even a single crease appeared in the seemingly flimsy fabric.
His voice was calm, betraying neither joy nor anger, yet it clearly rose above the howling, sinister winds of the Myriad Bone Mountain range and reached every corner.
The smile on King Ancestor Qin Jiang Hanyuan's face vanished instantly.
His unfathomable eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous gleam flashing through them.
"Oh? You're that Devil Master? You do have some ability."
He looked Li Xinge up and down, a trace of surprise flickering in his eyes.
He seemed not to have expected someone at late-stage Divine Mansion to receive his palm strike so effortlessly.
After all, although he had not put his full strength into that strike,
it was still not something a late-stage Divine Mansion cultivator could casually withstand.
"But... you dare stand in my way with only late-stage Divine Mansion cultivation?"
King Ancestor Qin's tone carried a lofty indifference.
He had lived for thousands of years. Even after sleeping for two thousand of them, the imperial majesty carved into his bones had not diminished in the slightest.
Before King Ancestor Qin finished speaking, the imperial aura of slaughter he had accumulated over thousands of years erupted around him!
"Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!"
His imperial aura of slaughter swept down like a tsunami, tearing the demonic clouds above Myriad Bone Mountain's summit to shreds.
The white bones on the ground were hurled into the air by the force and