The moment Jin Three saw the murderous look on Pan Long's face, he knew there was no peaceful end to this encounter.
He did not know why Pan Long had stepped in for Spring Breeze Tower—but that no longer mattered. What mattered was that Pan Long was here.
And he had struck.
A palm swept toward him, its force gentle yet unending. It covered every direction, leaving him nowhere to retreat and nowhere to dodge.
Pan Long had developed this move from his family's Iron Palm technique. He held back the force of the strike, forming a vortex of palm force that trapped his enemy. Whichever way the enemy tried to break out, he would stir the vortex and have to meet the palm head-on. It was ideal for trapping opponents too weak to withstand one blow from him.
And if the enemy did not try to break out, he could wait for Pan Long's next attack!
Jin Three had trained under a renowned sect, so his eye was naturally keen. Though he could not break through the vortex formed by Pan Long's palm force, he recognized the move at once, and alarm surged through him.
Truthfully, he had not feared Pan Long much at first.
Pan Long was a prodigy who had entered the True Person Realm in his twenties, a pace of cultivation few had matched in any age. But as far as Jin Three knew, Pan Long did not come from a renowned sect. He was descended from an ordinary martial family in the Northlands.
That family was certainly respectable by ordinary standards, with someone reaching the Innate Realm in every generation. But to Jin Three, a family of that standing was scarcely worth a second glance.
In the eyes of disciples from renowned sects like him,