"You've had some time to showcase yourself... Now I think it's time for this battle to come to a close."
The Frost Angel cultivator spoke in a calm, almost leisurely tone as though he were commenting on the weather rather than ending a life-and-death battle. As the final word left his lips, he casually raised one hand and made a simple palm strike.
His figure suddenly blurred before vanishing from where he stood.
Before anyone could even react, he had already appeared directly in front of the expressionless Sky Mist City disciple.
The seemingly ordinary palm landed squarely on the disciple's chest.
Bang!
The force behind the strike was anything but ordinary.
A series of sickening cracks echoed through the air as several ribs shattered upon impact. The Sky Mist City disciple was violently launched backward, his body hurtling through the air for dozens of feet before barely managing to regain a hint of balance.
His face instantly turned deathly pale.
