"Dead?"
Seeing this junior, who was said to be full of cunning tricks, get blasted to pieces by his own palm strike, Yuan San was slightly surprised.
'Didn't Yuan Haotian say this guy was extremely resourceful?'
'How could he not even block a single one of my moves?'
'Where's the God-Suppressing Coffin?'
'What about his other treasures?'
But when he carefully sensed his surroundings, he found not the slightest trace of the man's aura remained.
'Could he really be dead? That makes sense. He's only a Martial Artist at the True Intent Stage. Even with all his treasures, how could he possibly survive a single palm strike from me, a True Immortal?'
Yuan San relaxed, but then a new thought immediately struck him. 'No, that's not right. If that boy really died, wouldn't his many treasures have been left behind? But there's nothing here. Could it have been a Clone? Or has Yuan Haotian been lying to me from the very beginning?'
His expression instantly darkened.
