Lin Wu's voice rang out as a flash of light streaked past. Lin Wu floated out slowly, not even breathing. Like some mortal who had never set foot on the path of cultivation, he calmly watched the Sand Wind Demon.
Seeing this, Sha Feng sneered. "Lin Wu, do you think your bluff can scare me? I'm not that stupid. Come back to the Luan Demon Sect with me."
With a sweep of Sand Wind Demon's wide sleeve, a colossal palm descended from the heavens. That giant hand could blot out sun and sky, exuding a vast and majestic aura. Wherever it passed, heaven and earth shuddered. Compared to this enormous palm, Lin Wu's body was as small as an ant.
Yet when the giant palm grabbed for Lin Wu, Sha Feng's mind trembled slightly, for he realized Lin Wu's body seemed already fixed in place—no force could seize him.
Within the giant palm came Lin Wu's cold laugh.
"Didn't you want to drag me back to the Luan Ghost Sect? I'm standing here without moving, and still you can't catch me."
