Then a terrifying aura erupted from his body, and his thick arm reached toward a spot within the academy.
As he swung his arm, a pulse of ink-green soul power flashed, and an enormous palm that blotted out the sky thundered toward Gu Qingnian.
Xuan Zi's face contorted with rage. "How dare you!" he roared, thrusting out a hand to intercept it. A dark-yellow palm imprint blasted forth to meet the attack.
Yan Shaozhe's expression changed drastically as well. His aura burst forth, and a soul ring configuration identical to Xuan Zi's appeared before him as he shot forward to stand at the very front.
Qian Duoduo and the other two hurriedly shielded Gu Qingnian's group of four as they retreated, their faces pale with shock.
Only Gu Qingnian remained as immovable as a mountain, watching the two enormous palms collide, the dark-yellow palm imprint shatter, and the ink-green palm thunder down.
Beneath the Divine Tree at the center of the Sea God Pavilion, the old man raised a finger slightly. His aura gathered, poised to unleash boundless might in the very next instant.
Just then, a leaf bearing pale-gold patterns drifted before him. The old man laboriously lifted his eyelids, a rare flicker stirring in his clouded eyes, before closing them again.
The finger he had been about to raise gently lowered, and his aura dissipated. At that moment, he seemed like a truly ordinary old man.
Back on the battle platform, Yan Shaozhe's gaze darkened. The voice ringing in his mind made his body pause just as he began to move.
In that brief pause, the ink-green palm had already reached the tops of their heads. It then curled into a claw, its terrifying pressure bursting into everyone's hearts. Even Yan Shaozhe and the others could not help