Silver moonlight veiled in a thin mist, like a dream, like an illusion.
"Rumble!"
In that instant, the surrounding space seemed to twist. Like countless shattered mirrors folding over one another, it surged outward in a peculiar rhythm.
"Youngster, that palm strike is far too terrifying! You can't face it head-on!"
Nie Jun and Zhao Muchen shouted a warning as the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy shimmered around them. Their figures shifted, and each cast an Escape Technique to get away as quickly as possible.
The next instant, a terrifying wave of Demonic Energy, bright as moonlight, swept across the field.
Seeing this, Luo Yi narrowed his eyes and wielded the Space Laws as naturally as moving his own arm.
As expected of the Demon Clan Saintess. The power of that punch had nearly reached the threshold of an extreme Void Refinement martial artist.
But an attack that merely touched the threshold of extreme Void Refinement still wasn't enough to deal with him now!
As he used the Space Laws to dodge her attack, his hands didn't stop moving. He settled into the Basic Fist Technique, intending to use this most plain and unadorned technique to shatter the imperial favorite's pride.
"What kind of technique is that? Little Zhao, have you ever seen anyone use it?"
As Luo Yi took his stance, confusion showed on Nie Jun's face. The young man's movements looked familiar, yet somehow unfamiliar, and that only deepened his doubts.
"Uh, it does look familiar, but I can't be sure!"
Zhao Muchen recognized at a glance that the young man was using nothing more than the most ordinary basic fist and footwork. But he couldn't help thinking the young man wasn't a fool. Surely he wouldn't charge in, spout a few insults, and throw his life away