"Disciple, be careful!" Yan Daoling yelled, reacting swiftly. He dashed forward, ready to unleash a move to counter the incoming palm strike.
This Shocking Blood Red Palm was none other than the unique art of Blood Red Mountain. Yan Daoling did not dare to take it lightly.
But unexpectedly, at that very moment, his shoulder was pressed down by Luo Xiu, who promptly pulled him back. With a single slash of his sword, Luo Xiu sent out a blade of light. The sword light cleaved through the air, exploding with thunder wherever it passed!
The terrifying palm strike, once it met the sword light, vanished without a trace like a clay ox sinking into the sea, causing not the slightest ripple.
Luo Xiu glanced down at the broken sword in his hand, feeling somewhat surprised. Although he didn't care for the so-called Shocking Blood Red Palm, the power and destructive force the broken sword had just displayed greatly surpassed his expectations.
