Qiu Zhenli suddenly turned his clasped hands. His left hand traced a circle, while his right palm thrust forward with all the power he had gathered.
Seven blood-red hand seals shot from his palm like a raging tide on the Yangtze River, wave after wave, each new surge arriving before the last had faded!
The seven seals quickly overlapped, condensing into a single giant blood-red palm.
The martial artists within three yards were forced back by the tide-like shockwave, unable to get any closer. The pressure on Bai Xiaowen, who took the brunt of it, was easy to imagine.
But before everyone's eyes, Bai Xiaowen made the very same movements.
He parted his hands. His left traced a circle, and his right palm thrust forward!
Seven hand seals condensed into a giant palm!
But the Seven Fiends Unification Hand Seal Bai Xiaowen unleashed was not blood-red. It blazed white, owing to the nature of his Spirit Force.
At the sight of that blazing white hand seal and its terrifying power, Qiu Zhenli's eyes widened.
Impossible!
The Seven Fiends Great Hand Seal is my secret technique!
Even if someone stole it, they could only learn the basics. There's no way they could use its ultimate move, Seven Fiends Return as One!
Thinking back to Bai Xiaowen's Thunderstrike Art just moments ago, Qiu Zhenli narrowed his eyes. He was beginning to believe Bai Xiaowen was bluffing again.
Hmph. Does he think I, the Black Heaven Cult's Left Protector, a titan of the demonic path second only to one man, would fall for that?
The two palm seals, each a different color, collided in midair.
For an instant, the surrounding martial artists thought they had gone deaf. The collision was earth-shaking—the ground itself trembled, and time seemed to freeze—yet why could they hear