More than a thousand li southeast of the Heavenforged Sect.
A vast marsh stretched across several hundred li here. Xu Chuan flew toward it.
Suddenly, a figure shot out ahead of him, blocking his path. "Xu Chuan, we meet again."
"So it's Senior Nangong Ji of the Ascension Gate." Xu Chuan gave a slight cupped-hand salute. "Were you waiting here specifically for me, Senior?" "Back at Vermilion Bird Ridge, you declared that anyone wishing to strike should come straight to you.
"So here I am. You can die now!"
Nangong Ji wasted no more words. Forming a hand seal, he condensed a palm imprint seventy to eighty zhang across. The terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul late stage blanketed a hundred-li radius.
The palm imprint took shape, blotting out the sky and sun. Nangong Ji slammed his palm down.
Before the force of the blow even arrived, the lake beneath Xu Chuan had already caved inward, waves rolling outward in concentric layers.
Xu Chuan stood in midair, his robes snapping in the wind, his expression unchanged. He formed seals with both hands, unleashing all four Four Seasons Seals together.
The seals of spring, summer, autumn, and winter met the giant palm in succession. One after another, they cycled like the seasons, endlessly renewing themselves. Each possessed its own strengths.
After the four seals struck, the seventy-to-eighty-zhang palm imprint actually began to crumble. Nangong Ji's pupils contracted slightly. This brat really cannot be underestimated.
An ordinary cultivator at the Nascent Soul early-stage peak would suffer grave injuries from that palm and could only protect himself with a defensive magic treasure.
Yet he countered a divine ability with divine abilities. Is he showing off?
He snorted coldly and turned his hand over, bringing out a pitch-black iron plaque.
The plaque was called