Young Master Wuyue said in a deep voice, "Your movement technique takes seven steps. After seven steps, your primordial qi will inevitably pause. At most, you can evade seven of my moves!"
Young Master Wuyue was known as the number one genius of the Nine Yue Territory, so his discernment was naturally extraordinary. He saw through the number of steps Ning Xiaochuan used in his "Rainbow Shift." Thus, when Ning Xiaochuan shifted for the seventh time, the skin all over his body turned crimson. Calculating where Ning Xiaochuan would land, he struck out with a palm! After the seventh step, Ning Xiaochuan's primordial qi indeed paused ever so slightly, and his body drifted slowly toward the ground like a fallen leaf.
A smile appeared at the corner of Young Master Wuyue's lips as the crimson palm print struck toward Ning Xiaochuan's chest.
Ning Xiaochuan did not panic. Holding Zi Hanyan in one arm, he sent a streak of lightning with his other hand and met Young Master Wuyue's palm head-on! Bang!
The two palms collided.
Both men were blasted backward at the same time.
After flying back more than thirty yards, Ning Xiaochuan stamped the ground, forcibly twisted his body around, and soared into the air. Carrying Zi Hanyan, he turned into a Seven-Colored Streamer and plunged into the maze of streets and alleys.
After several leaps, he vanished into Nine Yue Sky City.
Young Master Wuyue also retreated more than ten yards before steadying himself. His arm throbbed with unbearable pain; that strike had felt as though he had struck an iron mountain.
"What terrifying strength. Since when did the younger generation of the Nine Yue Territory produce such a formidable figure?"
Although Ning Xiaochuan wore a mask, the bearing of an old man and that of a young