Although Su Ling'er was starting to panic, she wasn't ready to give up.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, look at him!"
"This old fiend is just asking to die! How dare he cause trouble in your territory? He's trying to destroy your Anhe City, isn't he? That palm strike of his isn't some harmless cloud of mist—it's a slap right in your face!"
"Senior Brother, how can you stand for this? I know I can't! This is absolutely intolerable!"
"Quick! Teach him a lesson! Use that... what was it... 'Celestial Punishment'! Or hit him with that 'Thousand-Strand Bind' and truss him up like a turkey! Show him who's the real master of Anhe City!"
Su Ling'er had nearly talked her lips off, waiting with bated breath for that domineering power to descend once more.
However.
In the span of a single breath...
The giant palm descended a hundred feet.
The terrifying wind pressure compressed the strange mist above Anhe City until it was practically solid.
