A terrifying palm print condensed from the clouds. The instant it took shape, it descended toward Qin An with incomparable force.
Qin An looked up at the palm print in the sky, his expression utterly calm.
Seeing him like this, Wunian shook his head slightly. "To tell the truth, Lord Qin, your composure is remarkable. If we weren't enemies, I would gladly share wine and laughter with you. What a pity."
"The lords among the betrayers very much want to see you dead, and I cannot defy their wishes."
By the time he spoke the last word, the palm print was less than ten feet from Qin An.
Wunian was confident he could kill Qin An.
After all, Qin An had already exhausted many of his reserves fighting Azure Mystic.
With those reserves spent, Qin An was merely an ordinary cultivator at Initial Proficiency in the Essence Transformation Realm.
Wunian had reached Great Completion in the Essence Transformation Realm and had many Secret Arts at his disposal.
Killing Qin An would be easy.
As the thought crossed his mind, the palm print finally crashed down.
A violent roar rang out, and the surrounding trees shook wildly.
Wunian's calm expression changed in an instant.
His brows drew tight as he stared at the spot where the palm had landed.
Dust billowed without end. The palm formed from cloud Qi had blasted a deep crater into the ground.
Yet inside that crater, Qin An stood unmoving, like a colossal stone pillar holding up Heaven and earth.
"How is that possible?" Wunian's eyes widened, disbelief written across his face.
That palm strike was immensely powerful, forged by fusing countless Secret Arts of the Demon-Subduing Temple.
As it descended, his killing intent gathered within it. Any living creature caught in that intent would plunge