Zhong Anhou did not hold back in the slightest with this palm strike.
Jia Longxuan could clearly feel the piercing sound in the air, the palm wind scraping against his face causing stinging pain, making his eyes impossible to open. Uncontrollably, he closed them.
The expression on Zhong Anhou's face was extremely indifferent, with a hint of bloodthirsty satisfaction curling at the corner of his mouth, as if he could already see Jia Longxuan's head bursting apart under his palm.
Seeing Zhong Anhou take the lead in striking at Jia Longxuan, Sun Youli's figure could only sweep toward Jia Shouhong, Jia Zheyi, and Ding Wangyun.
Everyone present believed that Jia Longxuan was undoubtedly doomed to die.
However.
Just as Zhong Anhou's palm was about to land on Jia Longxuan's head.
A raging storm from the distance sped up even more, turning the ground it swept over into a mess of flying sand and stones.
