Clash

Palm seals filled the sky like dark clouds bearing down overhead, pale golden halos carrying the force to shatter mountains and split seas as they crashed one after another toward Xiao Ling's vital points.

Amid the howling palm winds, the air was torn apart with piercing shrieks. The bluestone ground had long since been ground to pieces by the force, and even the rising dust was pulverized by the lingering might of the palm seals. Even the pale golden barrier trembled faintly.

Yet Xiao Ling seemed to hear and see none of it. His footsteps retained an almost leisurely, unhurried rhythm as he steadily advanced toward Gu Yao.

His figure appeared exceptionally composed amid the countless palm seals, as though he were not standing on a battlefield where life and death were at stake, but strolling through an empty courtyard.

Just as the first Sea Turning Seal was about to strike his shoulder, Xiao Ling's figure suddenly rippled into a faint phantom—not the Dou Qi fluctuations of teleportation, nor was there the slightest leakage of energy. Like an afterimage brushed by a gentle breeze, he vanished from where he stood in an instant.

The next moment, he had appeared several feet away, still maintaining his forward-moving posture. Even the hem of his robes retained the curve in which it had hung moments ago, as though his disappearance had merely been everyone's illusion.

Meanwhile, that powerful Sea Turning Seal crashed heavily into empty ground, blasting a bottomless crater into the floor. Flying rubble struck the barrier hard enough to make it hum.

The cold light in Gu Yao's eyes intensified as the rhythm of the Imperial Seal Art abruptly quickened. The Earth Overturning Seal and Heaven Annihilating Seal followed in rapid succession, their palm seals so densely packed that they nearly