A palm wreathed in roaring flames, seemingly melting the very void, suddenly shot toward Gongsun Yan.
Gongsun Yan's expression shifted slightly.
"Yan…"
BOOM—
The palm struck Gongsun Yan's back with crushing force, meeting no resistance.
The blow sent his qi and blood into turmoil. His body, like a broken doll, was sent flying as he sprayed a shower of blood, the force of the impact even cracking the Grand Array.
Gongsun Yan watched him bleed endlessly, a flicker of pain in his eyes.
"Old Master, your ways are long outdated. Siding with the Divine Race is the best choice. Otherwise, we won't even be able to protect our ancestral land."
"At least, once I become a member of the Divine Race, I will continue to protect our ancestral land and ensure its everlasting prosperity."
Siming Kang, however, just laughed.
"Excellent! Once this is done, Younger Brother Gongsun will be one of the Divine Race!"
