Daqian Martial Saint

Just as Lan Yingying was searching for an opportunity to escape, a clear, pleasant voice sounded by her ear.

"Mother! I’ve come to help you!"

"Ying’Er!" Lan Yingying’s expression changed drastically as she shouted, "Get back! You’re no match for him!"

Lan Yingying’s voice was laced with anxiety and a hint of panic. Having fought him to this point, she was perfectly clear on her opponent’s strength—it was the absolute power of a Grandmaster! Ying’Er’s own strength was formidable, perhaps even enough to be considered a champion among the younger generation. But against an old-school Dragon and Tiger Master like him, she would surely suffer a crushing defeat.

But unfortunately, Lan Yingying’s warning came too late. Lan Yingjun’s figure shot forward, a faint glow flickering on her palm as she struck viciously at the Vajra Giant.

"Courting death!" Chen Ping’an’s eyes turned cold. A surging power roiled within him as he thrust out a palm. The Palm Wind howled with the force to topple mountains and overturn seas.

At the exact moment their large and small palms were about to connect, Lan Yingjun flicked her other wrist, sending a cloud of poison powder sprinkling toward Chen Ping’an like a fine mist.

The powder was a kaleidoscope of colors and emitted a pungent odor—it was obviously a potent poison!

WHAM!

The giant Vajra hand and the fair, delicate one collided. As their Palm Powers met, True Qi churned violently. The immense force sent Lan Yingjun flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, the poison powder reached him, about to rain down upon Chen Ping’an’s body.

"Insignificant tricks!"

Chen Ping’an sneered. Golden Light flared, and with a sudden jolt from his body, the surrounding poison powder was completely blown away.

The powder landed on the ground, instantly raising plumes of white smoke as it corroded the earth.

"Ying’Er!" Lan Yingying roared, her eyes burning with fury.

In that moment, she cast aside all concerns for the potential backlash and activated the True Essence in her body to its absolute limit. Instantly, a heart-pounding aura erupted from Lan Yingying.

"Earth Demon Flipping Heaven!"

An incomparably sinister and cold Palm Power erupted, and the air around her instantly grew violent and turbulent.

Chen Ping’an, whose attention had just been divided by his own palm strike, felt alarm bells screaming in his mind. A chill shot down his spine, and his scalp went numb.

CLANG!

Golden Light flared as he activated the True Qi in his body to its absolute limit. Acting on pure instinct, he violently punched backward.

BOOM!

The immense power sent Chen Ping’an flying backward in an instant. But that wasn’t all. A sinister and desolate aura immediately wrapped around him, seeking to invade his body.

Chen Ping’an executed Divine Thought Guarding One. The Profound Light between his brows flashed brilliantly, and Golden Light blazed from his entire body as he directed his True Qi to resist the external invasion.

The power of this palm strike was absolutely astonishing!

Even in his Golden Body Unbreakable state, Chen Ping’an could only neutralize a fraction of the attack’s power. He had to rely on his physical constitution and True Qi to bear the rest.

Most importantly, the sinister power of the palm strike was all-pervasive, attacking him from every direction and greatly stretching his defenses thin.

CRASH!

By the time Chen Ping’an’s body smashed into the ground, the Vajra Image behind him had completely dissipated. The Golden Light faded, and his form instantly reverted from the ten-foot-tall Vajra Giant back to that of an ordinary man.

That one strike—Earth Demon Flipping Heaven—had beaten Chen Ping’an right back to his original form!

Seeing this, a flicker of joy crossed Lan Yingying’s face. But before it could fully blossom, her expression turned deathly pale. As if her body had lost all support, her knees gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

’Damn it! At a time like this...’

The backlash from that palm strike was far more severe than she had imagined; in an instant, she had lost all ability to move.

’An opportunity like this won’t come again!’

Staring at the man lying amid the distant rubble, Lan Yingying resolved to force her True Essence, wanting to launch one final palm strike from afar to finish him off.

However, the moment the thought formed, an unprecedented wave of weakness washed over her. She could no longer suppress the coppery taste welling up from deep within her organs and violently spat out a mouthful of blood that splattered on the ground.

SPLURT!

The blood stained the dust before her red; Lan Yingying was too weak to fight on. Just as despair began to fill her heart, on the other side of the battlefield, Lan Yingjun—the one who had just been sent flying by Chen Ping’an’s palm—tumbled a few times in mid-air before landing gracefully on her feet. Judging by her nimble movements, she seemed completely unharmed.

Lan Yingying was instantly overjoyed and cried out.

"Ying’Er, kill him now!"