"Master Pure Yang, you never expected this, did you? Today, I will have you die by my Profound Celestial Hand."
Xuan Tianxin roared with laughter, exceptionally pleased with himself as he raised a palm.
Instantly, his seemingly fair palm turned pitch-black.
As if stained with thick ink, it viciously slapped toward the Pure Yang Ancestor.
The Pure Yang Ancestor instinctively tried to dodge.
But he was willing yet lacked the strength.
The previous battle with Yang Xiao had consumed a vast amount of his energy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had his palm slashed open by one of Yang Xiao's strikes.
Just as he was about to be struck by that inky-black palm...
The Pure Yang Ancestor could even feel his flesh and blood on the verge of exploding, disintegrating, and turning to gore, when a figure suddenly stood before him.
A figure suddenly appeared before him.
'It's him! That young man? How could he? Oh no, he's probably no match for Xuan Tianxin!'
