When one used the Great Universal Hand, it appeared completely unremarkable to the naked eye.
It didn't even send an opponent flying, screaming in agony, or spitting up blood upon impact.
Instead, the technique silently burdened its victim with a kind of "guilt," causing them to become mired in it.
The next moment, He Qingzhi, who had taken the palm to his back, staggered forward three steps and collapsed to his knees. His eyes were vacant, completely devoid of spirit.
He wasn't dead, nor was he severely injured.
But he had lost all will to fight.
The duel, the poison oath, the Immortal Treasure—none of it mattered to He Qingzhi anymore.
He couldn't even comprehend why he had gotten involved in this messy affair to begin with…
THUD. He Qingzhi collapsed to the ground, abandoning the struggle entirely.
The match was decided, but Zou Feng didn't leave right away.
Instead, he feigned great discomfort as he forced out the Poison Needles He Qingzhi had unleashed.
