"Who's there!?"
Every hair on Qin Feng's body stood on end. He hurriedly lifted his eyes toward the sky.
The once-peaceful sky suddenly changed. Ink-black clouds roiled and gathered like enraged beasts. Then a golden hand large enough to blot out the heavens reached out as if from the endless primordial chaos, tearing through layer upon layer of thick clouds with the force to destroy heaven and earth.
Everything in its path shattered like glass, accompanied by deafening roars.
Beside that enormous hand, Qin Feng looked no bigger than an ant. His hair whipped wildly in the gale, his clothes snapped in the wind, and it seemed a mere breeze could blow him away without a trace.
"Master, save me!!"
The Hidden Sect Master seemed to have spotted his salvation and immediately shouted desperately toward the sky.
"Master? The Heavenly Palace!?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, recalling what Yaoguang had told him.
The Hidden Sect was merely the Heavenly Palace's proxy in the Immortal Realm, and the sect master of every generation was its puppet. So the owner of that giant hand was most likely the former Hidden Sect Master. In other words, he had already lifted a corner of the veil concealing the Heavenly Palace.
"An anomaly must be destroyed!!"
An aged voice rang out from beyond the heavens, like a divine judgment passed upon mortals.
"You think you can do that!?"
Qin Feng stared at the giant hand, completely unafraid.
Fiery flames blazed in his eyes, like two miniature suns. His aura changed, too, as an ancient, primeval presence surged outward from him.
"He wasn't like this before..."
Zhao Changsheng's heart pounded nervously. He suspected Qin Feng and Lin San had switched scripts.
Lin San used to charge straight into trouble, while Qin Feng stayed behind with eight