Boom!
A loud bang echoed as a furious azure palm blasted Xie Tian ten feet away, vanishing into nothing.
Xie Tian's face turned crimson instantly, and, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, it turned pale; yet, the calm in his eyes remained undiminished!
He had to stay calm, for he was about to fall off the platform.
Just as eighty percent of his body had fallen off the platform, Xie Tian suddenly flipped over, facing the platform, his right index finger thrusting like lightning into the granite.
Inverted hedgehog!
His whole body hung in midair for a moment, supported by that finger embedded in the granite.
Crack!
The index finger snapped under the tremendous force, and Xie Tian's body continued to fall.
Eighteen Brocades!
Two thousand pounds of force were fully concentrated on the skin, flesh, and veins of the index finger, anchoring him firmly at the edge of the platform, like the immovable Dustless Stone in the back garden of the No Dust Temple.
