The Limits of a Puppet Body

"What? This is... Golden Cicada Temple's ultimate art... Great Brahma... Great Brahma Holy Palm?!"

"How is this possible? You actually cultivated the Great Brahma Holy Palm to such a level?"

"You... What exactly is your relationship with Golden Cicada Temple?!"

Gazing at the scene before him, the enormous palm imprint had appeared in the blink of an eye. Situ Zhen's expression rapidly turned solemn, even incomparably ugly.

The powerful aura emanating from that palm imprint was not merely terrifying; it was not the slightest bit inferior to the aura of the Heavenly Sword Art.

In a daze, Situ Zhen seemed to return to the day at Phantom Star Sect's sect gate, when he had faced that Heavenly Sword Art sword move. He could not help but feel as though he were suffocating.

The surging aura seemed capable of toppling heaven and shattering earth. Before this heavenly might, he was like an insignificant ant, utterly unable to summon even the slightest will to resist.

No matter what he did, it seemed he could not escape defeat!

Looking at the puppet body radiating Buddhist light all over, Situ Zhen was suddenly struck by the illusion that the person before him was the stronger cultivator, while he himself... was merely a lowly ant with meager cultivation.

At this moment, before they had even exchanged blows, his mind had already lost its guard, and his state of mind was on the verge of collapse.

"No! Impossible! You are merely an unknown junior, and a piece of trash with Mixed Spiritual Roots. It would have been one thing if you comprehended the Heavenly Sword Art, but how could you possibly cultivate the Great Brahma Holy Palm to such a level?!"

"Hmph! So what if it is the Great Brahma Holy Palm? This deacon has cultivated