"Brainwash me?"
"Then taste my fist as big as a sand bowl."
Zhou Ping'an snorted coldly, wasting no more words, his figure flashed, reaching in front of the grand hall, and threw a punch.
With one punch, turbulent waves surged, the tiled floor tore layer by layer, and the towering halls behind him crumbled simultaneously.
Boom...
This punch landed on the palm raised by the monk, as if striking into the boundless emptiness, finding no solid resistance.
Zhou Ping'an even began to doubt whether the gap in strength between him and the old monk was too vast so that the opponent could neutralize his fist force effortlessly.
"No, this is clearly Divine Will manifesting, everything is illusory. Yet, if I believe I cannot defeat him, then it is indeed true that I cannot defeat him. I firmly believe I am invincible, thus no one can defeat me."
"Tear apart."
With that thought,
Zhou Ping'an turned his fist into a palm, and a palm into a blade.
One Slash—Sky Splitter.