"How dare you harbor killing intent toward me, you arrogant junior!"
Sensing the intense killing intent emanating from Yang Xiao, Yanm Changqing's face turned livid with rage.
He was a Martial Saint.
One of the most powerful experts in the Celestial Cloud Region.
He had transcended the Mortal plane, standing high above all others.
And today, a junior—a mere teenager—actually wanted to kill him.
It was an absolute disgrace.
Yanm Changqing's heart pounded with ever-growing fury.
"Kill!"
He let out a low roar.
His blood surged. It was as if he had returned to his youth—a time when he had been reckless, arrogant, and domineering, yet still possessed the valiant spirit of a young hero.
He raised his hand and threw a punch, unleashing his strongest move.
This punch was derived from the Great Wheel Flame Palm, yet it surpassed it.
It was a fist technique Yanm Changqing had created himself over the past century.
And it was the one most suited for him.
