Secret Letter
"The Puppet Palace lineage actually has cultivators so proficient in battle techniques. It seems they are not merely a pack of useless trash."
Tao Changrong's expression shifted slightly, yet he remained every inch the refined gentleman. He raised his right hand once more and casually struck out with his palm.
The One-Qi Grand Grappling underwent another mysterious transformation. This time, it did not clash head-on with Shi Canxing's power, but scattered apart, turning into countless sinister streams of True Qi that shrouded her figure.
Those threads of airflow were invisible and formless, fine and dense as needles, yet they blanketed the void, wrapped in waves of power that warped space itself.
This young man was a genius of the Tao Family lineage. A faint smile appeared on his face as he gave his right hand a slight twist. The surrounding primal energy immediately drew together, forming a ring like a set of shackles that encircled all those countless saw-toothed lines.
Then, without changing expression, Tao Changrong flipped his free hand palm-up like lightning. With a pop, his strike pierced through space and distance, tearing through layer upon layer of space with unstoppable force before crashing down upon Shi Canxing's head.
Boom! An explosion erupted, and Shi Canxing's flesh and blood flew everywhere, her body seemingly blasted apart by that palm strike. To onlookers, Tao Changrong appeared to hold every advantage—after blocking Shi Canxing's assault, he had turned around and blown her apart with a single palm.
Yet in the next instant, Tao Changrong's expression changed drastically, his face turning grave. The exploded flesh and blood suddenly vanished. What he had destroyed had only been a substitute illusion.
Whoosh!
Shi Canxing suddenly emerged from behind him. She had used the Nine-Death Substitute Witch Puppet to avert disaster. While using