The moment he saw Qin Wuyou walk out of the lightning filling the sky, Lin Fan was utterly dumbstruck.
"This... how is this possible? How could you be unharmed?"
Lin Fan cried out in disbelief.
He had thought that even if his palm strike could not kill Qin Wuyou outright, it would at least leave him unable to move.
Yet Qin Wuyou had emerged completely unscathed.
He showed not the slightest sign of injury.
To his horror, Lin Fan even realized that his powerful palm strike, strong enough to suppress any Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator, had failed to harm so much as a single hair on Qin Wuyou's head!
Looking at Qin Wuyou, who remained as spirited and confident as ever, Lin Fan was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
It was not just Lin Fan. The surrounding disciples of the Xuantian Holy Land also froze in shock when they saw Qin Wuyou walk out unharmed.
"Holy shit! Wasn't Qin Wuyou already crippled? How could a piece of trash block Lin Fan's palm strike?"
"My fucking eyes must be playing tricks on me! If even someone like him is trash, what the hell are we? Worse than trash?"
"Gasp! Qin Wuyou doesn't look fucking crippled at all! Could his strength have recovered?"
"Interesting, very interesting! If Qin Wuyou really has recovered his strength, do you think the sect will restore his position as Holy Son?"
Qin Wuyou had been stripped of his position as Holy Son because he had gouged out his own dantian, causing his cultivation to fall.
But seeing Qin Wuyou now, everyone knew that his strength seemed to have returned!
They were all curious about how the sect would react to Qin Wuyou's restored strength.
On the elevated platform, the Nine Peak