Xiao Zheng paid no mind to those insignificant traces of backlash; he simply couldn't figure it out.
His Opening Heaven Palm had once been able to suppress and kill even cultivators of the same realm.
Yet now, dealing with a youngster several realms beneath him… it had actually been violently shattered by him?!
"That Finger Technique of yours… has something to it."
Staring at the silver light scattering in the heavens, Xiao Zheng shook his head. "It's just a pity that the deep Source Qi I've accumulated over several hundred years of cultivation is far from something you can compare to."
"As it happens, I also know a Divine Technique…"
"To force me to use a Divine Technique—though you were born humble, it's enough for you to be proud."
As his voice fell, Xiao Zheng's somewhat pale face suddenly became serious for the first time.
