A finishing move?
Zhou Ping'an's right eye darkened as he was about to utilize the Art of A Hair's Breadth Across the World, seizing the chance to launch a fierce attack while his opponent was injured and breathless.
The heart that had been pierced with five bloody holes suddenly thumped violently, sparking a hint of coldness in his mind.
Without a second thought, he reached back with one hand, his large palm scooping up Fang Sheng like a child, and moved him behind his back. Instead of advancing, he retreated, stepping back more than thirty yards.
A blinding white light shone before him, and suddenly the sky split open, a white column of starlight crashing down upon the red-robed, one-armed woman.
The dazzling white light flickered, arriving face-to-face at a speed even three times faster than his own.
"How can mere ants comprehend the might of heaven?"
