The Great Elder aimed his palms towards Lin Tian in a distant strike.
Lin Tian didn't suffer any substantive damage, but the surrounding air seemed to become hyperactive, as if injected with adrenaline.
Especially the wind, every strand seemed to scrape across a sharpening stone, slicing across his face with a pain that felt as if his skin might split.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
The sound of the wind roared in Lin Tian's ears, and in his sight, he saw a whirlwind surging towards him.
Indeed, this whirlwind was conjured by the Great Elder, five meters in diameter, carrying snow with it, its momentum grandiose, even more formidable than the previous Hidden Dragon Sword, tearing up a layer of the earth.
"The 'Wind-Pushing Palm' has nine levels; this is the fifth. It can tear apart a high-level Martial Artist. Of course, you're not an ordinary high-level Martial Artist, but what of it? If you must die, you shall die!"
The Great Elder looked at Lin Tian, smiling mischievously.
