Duan Sandao was so profound that it frightened people.
But when the palm print made by Dongfang Kun was less than two meters away from Duan Sandao, Duan Sandao made his move.
He rarely acted, but when he did, he struck like thunder, intimidating everyone.
"Buzz!"
A sudden sound of blade ringing erupted.
He drew his sword.
Faster than a trace, like lightning, Lin Tian stared intently, but still couldn't discern the trajectory of Duan Sandao's sword strike.
His blade easily crushed Dongfang Kun's palm print, as effortlessly as eating or drinking, looking utterly content.
Fast, too fast!
Strong, too strong!
Duan Sandao's strength astounded Dongfang Kun.
He stimulated all his True Yuan, raised his hand, and struck out over a dozen palms; he had to regain his honor before he could leave.
A series of more than ten palms were unleashed, the ferocious power stacking up, causing shock.