Just as that terrifying golden palm took shape, Supreme One Chongming and Supreme One Chongyan both turned their gazes toward Supreme One Siming.
They both wanted to know what choice Supreme One Siming, one of the three Sacred Ancestors, would make.
This was a rare opportunity. That person was doing everything in his power to strike. If the previous golden finger had merely been a test, then this golden palm was a genuine all-out attack. Its aura made it clear that person had gone all in as well.
Indeed, if he did not go all out now, Lin Chuan might truly break through to the Mahayana stage. That person had been left with no other choice, which was why he had decided to act.
Moreover, this attack was clearly meant to coordinate with Supreme One Siming. If Supreme One Siming was willing to kill himself beneath this strike, then Lin Chuan would undoubtedly be killed by the golden palm's remaining power, and this crisis would be perfectly resolved.
But the key to this move did not lie with that person—it lay with Supreme One Siming.
If he truly risked his life to block the golden palm, then there was no doubt that this attack would still achieve nothing. At most, it would merely injure Supreme One Siming.
Third Uncle, you must make the right choice! Supreme One Chongyan stared fixedly at Supreme One Siming and silently thought to himself.
However, Supreme One Chongming's heart had already sunk to rock bottom. He saw neither hesitation nor compromise in Supreme One Siming's eyes. The Supreme One Clan might interpret this as Supreme One Siming facing death without fear, intending to sacrifice himself to help the clan kill Lin Chuan. But after what had happened before, Supreme One Chongming had already seen through