A sudden palm strike sealed off all of Lin Xuan's retreat paths.
The fiery red handprint, like a bright red sun, radiated light, and an immense energy pressed down like a mountain.
Even with the Illusion Thunder Step, Lin Xuan couldn't dodge this attack.
"I have no choice but to use this move," Lin Xuan's eyes flickered as he prepared to use a technique he practiced daily but seldom used.
"Outer Heaven Flying Star!"
A man and his sword turned into a streak of light, falling like a meteor, dazzling to the eyes.
Hiss! Bang!
The air exploded, as if split in half, creating what seemed like a vacuum within a five-meter radius.
After the flash of light, the figures of the two were revealed.
The black-clothed martial artist had a bloody sword mark from his arm to his chest, with flesh torn and white bones faintly visible.
Lin Xuan's sword had almost cleaved him in two.
