PS: The title of the previous chapter was incorrect and has been amended!
The shadow of the palm was not large, yet it commanded the storm around it to give way. As the palm force passed, space came to a standstill and the sound of the wind ceased momentarily. Even the brown-clothed man and the old crone, standing ten thousand meters away, felt a chilling sensation of being locked in and unable to escape.
"The peak of twelve parts charm of the wind martial arts!"
The old crone exclaimed in her heart.
Being infinitesimally close to the peak of twelve parts and actually reaching it may only differ by two words, but the display of power was undeniably distinct—not quite as disparate as heaven and earth, but the difference was clear as day.
