The white jade palm that had appeared so abruptly was not large; its five fingers, spread wide, were just big enough to cover the back of Xu Yunfan's head.
It was now just inches from the back of his head, and the shadow of death instantly fell over him.
A jolt went through Xu Yunfan. The dozen or so warning Arrays he had laid out collapsed silently, layer by layer, like foam bubbles.
Golden Core Magical Power was, by its very nature, beyond the conventional.
'True Monarch Qing Yuan really did have another trick up his sleeve. Or rather, he's just a damn animal.'
'A Golden Core Cultivator stooping to a sneak attack… and his chosen Imagery is supposedly the King's Dao, of all things.'
Just as the white jade palm was about to breach the three-foot radius around Xu Yunfan, a frigid voice seemed to detonate from the deepest void, carrying an absolute will to annihilate all calamities.
"Sword Two: Tribulation Destruction!"
