After the palm strike landed, the shifting sand sea suddenly halted, frozen in place.
A breath later, at the bottom of the sand sea, there boomed an explosion, where the village chief's palm had struck, and a huge hole, hundreds of feet wide, suddenly appeared.
All of those grains of sand were forcibly shattered into powder, and with the power that blew from the bottom of the sand sea turned into fierce winds, they kept spreading around.
And that fellow with the metal mask was forcibly blasted out.
While still in mid-air, he began to vomit blood profusely.
The village chief stood there, his face full of killing intent.
He had waited for this day for a very long time.
He had been holding back, waiting for the day he advanced to the Ninth Tier, when his own lad was bullied, so he could help him release some pent-up anger.
Now, Yu Ziqing had directly brought back a Seventh or Eighth Tier cultivator who wanted to trap Yu Ziqing to death.
