"No..." Cha Xiu was utterly terrified, using all his strength in an attempt to avoid the palm strike.
But that red palm seemed to be everywhere, and with a tragic scream, he was sent flying heavily.
The Purple Cloud Ruler fell to one side, and Cha Xiu lay powerlessly atop the broken bamboo, which pierced through his body.
The red palm wasn't everywhere, it was just too fast for him to react.
"You... you..." Blood foam seeped from Cha Xiu's mouth, "You aren't..."
Before he could finish his words, his breath ceased.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Purple Cloud Sect.
An elder sat cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked to the side.
Crack... crack...
Beside him was a gold rack, with five layers, the topmost layer holding one jade plaque, the second layer holding three plaques, and more on the subsequent layers.
At this moment, the jade plaque on the left side of the second layer shattered into pieces.
"Cha Xiu, the youngster, is dead?"
