The palm wind struck Gu Zhiqi directly, causing the air around him to freeze for a moment.
Gu Zhiqi, with his brows tightly knitted, maintained his meditative posture, immobile as a mountain, and braced himself to bear the full brunt of the blow.
After a muffled groan, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of wickedness and coldness crept across his brows at a visible speed.
Seeing this, Jiang Qi's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by a slight squint, and a hint of amusement crossed the depths of his eyes.
"Not moving?"
"Young master will send another palm your way, let's see if you move then."
This time, one hand turned into two, and after circling around his waist, vital energy gathered in the palms of both hands. With his hands cupped as if holding a ball, he merged the vital energy into one mass and struck at Gu Zhiqi once more.
