"Is that all you've got? Too weak!"
Xue An's expression was indifferent, his eyes neither joyful nor sad, as he raised a hand to grasp.
The hand, carved as if from jade, completely seized the ashen beam of light.
"How is this possible?" Qiongsen, who had thought Xue An was certainly doomed, cried out in disbelief.
One must know that the 'Sigh of the Ancestor' was an unstoppable killer move, which even second-generation Blood Clansmen of the same level had to avoid at all costs, not daring to touch even slightly.
Yet, this man had casually grasped it.
This completely overturned Qiongsen's worldview.
Xue An said lightly, "What comes around goes around, returning it to you!"
With that, Xue An violently thrust his hand forward.
A grey light sphere then shot toward Qiongsen with a velocity countless times faster than before.
Qiongsen screamed, attempting to dodge.
But the speed was simply too fast.
