Aiming for the Right Moment
With one punch, he blew apart He Ping's Dream-Awakening Body. Yet another figure darted through—the second Dream-Awakening Body He Ping had condensed.
This figure was astonishingly swift. As it moved, it was "shadowless," "windless," "soundless," and "breathless." Its right hand struck through the air, sending the palm force of the Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Transformation crashing toward him from afar.
He Ping had cultivated a miraculous art known as the Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Transformation. It was an ingenious divine ability he had created himself, the culmination of his many years of accumulation.
He normally used the Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Transformation to seal enemies and trap opponents. But now, he had also employed another marvelous use of this art.
He directly unleashed this sealing and restraining method of attack as a killing move.
There was not a trace of dust or smoke. His palm strike appeared light and drifting, seemingly devoid of force, yet it contained colossal power. Nine thousand streams of divine sand true qi wound and twisted a thousand times over, bending like nine winding rivers. Curving and coiling like earthworms and snakes, it was the absolute pinnacle of subtle force and variation.
When He Ping used the Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Transformation through palm force, it could be called the Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Palm.
Rumble!
The strike hit its target, yet it felt as though it had struck rotten leather. It turned out to be an outstretched palm, facing forward, intercepting the Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Palm unleashed by He Ping's Dream-Awakening Body.
"Junior, with me here, don't even think of succeeding."
"So this is the Heaven-Leveling Fist!"
In that instant, he grasped the terror of the Heaven-Leveling Bull Demon Fist and knew that