A giant palm formed of Profound Ice slowly descended.
Its movements seemed sluggish, yet they sealed off all of Xuan Ping Master's space to evade.
Where the edge of the palm passed, clear, winding frost-cracks were left in the void.
Faced with the power of this Talisman Skill—far beyond his expectations, akin to a natural disaster—a flicker of terror crossed Xuan Ping Master's eyes.
However, his centuries of cultivation and experience in life-and-death battles allowed him to instantly suppress his panic.
How could a Foundation Establishment Master, with a will of iron, be thrown into disarray by a mere surprise?
"Hmph!"
"A heretic from an unorthodox path, how dare you simulate the true form of a Divine King!"
"Watch me shatter your illusion!"
He shouted sharply. His voice sounded somewhat stiff in the Cold Domain, but it still carried an ironclad resolve.
