Though Ye Ming and Ye Yun had not been struck head-on by the Thousand Mountain Palm, the terrifying force sweeping past them still made both their faces turn much paler.
With just one glance, the two of them determined that this Thousand Mountain Palm was absolutely the most orthodox spirit-tier ultimate art of their Thousand Mountain Valley. It had been executed with extreme mastery, nearly flawless, far more profound than anything they could manage. Without years of devoted practice, it would have been impossible to reach such a powerful level.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you know our Thousand Mountain Valley's ultimate art?!" Facing the black-clad man steadily closing in, Ye Yun asked in growing panic.
"I am your great-grandfather. What, you don't recognize me anymore?" the black-clad man said coldly.
Whoosh!
Ye Yun's figure flickered as he instantly used one of Thousand Mountain Valley's movement techniques, trying to widen the distance between himself and the black-clad man. Yet before he could even complete the opening motion, the other man used the exact same movement technique and followed him directly. He could even determine Ye Yun's intended direction from the slightest movement.
"Thousand Mountain Palm!"
With no way to evade, Ye Yun spun around and struck out with his palm. A vast amount of spiritual energy gathered, forming the phantom image of a thousand mountains in his hand. Under its mighty pressure, the surrounding spiritual energy was drawn into the palm strike as it shot toward the black-clad man. However, compared to the Thousand Mountain Palm the black-clad man had used earlier, Ye Yun's attack was far weaker in both momentum and range.
"Too weak."
The black-clad man spoke softly as he extended his right hand and lightly pointed forward. His fingertip landed on an inconspicuous point within the