A One-Sided Beating

Boom—

The grand hall shook violently, the tremendous commotion like peals of thunder exploding one after another within the palace.

Before their fists had even fully collided, their strength had already become entangled, locked in battle.

The gale they stirred up howled and roared through the hall alongside thunderous detonations, sweeping in every direction.

Everyone's tension had reached its peak. Many Elders from Ji Hong's faction had even closed their eyes.

A head-on clash?

Even at the same cultivation level, Ji Cheng's foundation was far more solid than Ji Xing's.

Moreover, Ji Xing had also used the family's secret art, the Twelvefold Great Wave.

But Ji Cheng was the family's only person capable of unleashing ten waves.

With this move, he was invincible!

Ji Xing was still too young, too immature. At such a critical moment, he could not steady his heart... this was the path to his own death!

"Hmph!" In contrast to their anxiety, the Great Elder's concern vanished at once, replaced by a smug smile.

If it had been anything else, he truly would have worried. But in a frontal confrontation—and with this very move—his grandson had it firmly in hand.

After taking a few careful looks, before their fists had even truly collided, he had already shifted his gaze toward the Clan Leader.

He was even beginning to plan in his mind how to hold a grand and magnificent Young Master ceremony for his grandson, after which he would take control of the entire family's authority.

This was settled...

Boom—

Yet just as he was making his plans, another deafening explosion erupted ahead.

Though the gale swept through the hall, there was no blood, nor any wail of agony.

The Great Elder frowned slightly.

By all reason, one punch should have crushed him outright.

Ji Xing