The palm wind howled, the fierce wind swirling wildly, as if there was no holding back in the slightest.
"This is not good."
Cries of alarm arose from all directions.
None of the disciples expected that Sect Leader Sun Yun would, without a word of disagreement, directly raise his palm to smash a skull, intending to fracture the head and entrust his legacy.
This was utterly shocking.
His ability was so high and his movements so swift.
As the palm descended, no one even had time to react.
Even if they had reacted, they couldn't have stopped it.
"Pop..."
Just as the palm mark reached three inches above the head, a hand, shimmering with dark golden patterns, appeared out of nowhere.
The dominant palm force, like a heavy hammer descending, fell onto that hand as if a goose feather landed on water, merely causing slight ripples.
The powerful Qi dispersed like a gentle breeze brushing past.
Chen Ping sighed and said, "Master Ancestor, why go to such lengths?"
