Min Juncai's attack caught everyone by surprise.
Everyone, that is, except for one person.
Before Min Juncai could even get close, everyone watched as Ye Wushuang calmly turned and casually flicked a hand out.
Though the gesture seemed nonchalant, it stunned the crowd. The hand instantly transformed into a colossal, sky-blotting palm that descended from above as swiftly as a lightning strike, landing right on Min Juncai.
BAM!
Min Juncai's attack was instantly thwarted. He was slammed face-first into the ground, unable to even struggle.
"A single palm strike!"
Min Juncai struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at Ye Wushuang.
One strike. Just one single palm strike, and he, a cultivator at the True Essence Ninth Layer, couldn't even take it!
'How laughable! And I thought we were evenly matched!'
PFFT!
Min Juncai spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out. Perhaps fainting was the only way to escape the shame.
