Chapter 377

Where was the immortal air and transcendent grace of the Daoist-like man now? Where was his aloof tranquility? Where was his boundless compassion? It was easy to hold oneself high above the fray when things had nothing to do with one's own interests. Compassion, transcendent grace, understanding, and sympathy were all well and good, but when matters hit close to home, everything truly became empty, and nothing mattered more than oneself. Hao Qi plunged headlong from the sky, striking a palm directly at the Daoist-like man's chest. But this time, the man's face twisted in a terrifying, hideous snarl, and he struck back at Hao Qi with a matching palm strike. The force of their collision turned all the surrounding rock and soil into pure nothingness. Right in front of his striking palm was a hazy blur of absolute, empty void where nothing existed at all. Yet right out of that void, a single hand swept across the sky and thrust deep into the nothingness. With raw, brute force, it slammed the void into a twisted collapse. Four looming entities seemed about to surge forth from within, but their power fell short, and the immense, impending threat merely flickered for a fraction of a second before the nothingness failed entirely. In the eyes of the Daoist-like man, that hand grew larger and larger until it struck squarely against his chest.