If that blow had landed solidly, Ye Tian's face would have been ruined at the very least.
Ye Tian's arm shook as he directly grabbed the Mysterious Iron Whip. Then, with a hard tug, he dragged that Lin Family cultivator into a face-first sprawl.
Ye Tian sneered. "You want to give me a show of force? You're not worthy."
Then, without even looking at the utterly bedraggled Lin Family cultivator, he merely fixed his gaze on the Lin Family cultivator with the astonishing aura.
"He isn't worthy, but am I, one of the inner sect's top thirty, qualified?" Seeing this, the Lin Family cultivator at the center of the crowd narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand, about to strike Ye Tian's crown.
Ye Tian hurriedly dodged, only to find that the attacker's palm followed him like a shadow.
On the main peak plaza of the inner sect, Ye Tian was already shrouded beneath that sky-covering palm.
By the look of it, it was determined to smash his skull apart.
At the critical moment, Ye Tian manifested an afterimage and narrowly evaded the blow.
"You're Ye Tian, aren't you? To think you could dodge this palm strike of mine, Lin Xingjian's. You do have some skill!"
As he spoke, Lin Xingjian looked arrogantly self-important, like a divine statue high above, gazing down upon mortals. Especially with a group of vicious-looking lackeys around him, his imposing presence grew all the stronger.
Lin Xingjian had believed that palm strike was a sure thing.
Against a peak late Heavenly Venerate cultivator, even a brat who had repeatedly caused the Lineage setbacks, he had not used his full strength. It had merely been a casual strike.
Yet he had not expected that palm to fail to injure Ye Tian.
At that thought, Lin