Qin Yunlong raised his palm and brought it down on the crown of Qin Ya's head. Before the heavy Palm Power even arrived, the crushing pressure it exerted already made the air tremble.
In the nick of time, a hand appeared out of thin air, lightly catching Qin Yunlong's palm strike that was as mighty as mountains and rivers. The crowd stared in astonishment, eyes wide, only to see an old man with white hair and a youthful complexion who had appeared before Qin Ya at some unknown moment.
The old man stood there casually, yet he exuded an unparalleled, awe-inspiring pressure, as if he had become one with heaven and earth. That aura made the members of the Qin Family feel a tremor that came from the depths of their souls.
It was a tremor born from a difference in the very level of their existence, like an ant facing a great dragon soaring through the nine heavens. The gap between them was immeasurable.
Qin Yunlong's pupils contracted, his heart filled with shock.
