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Jiang Nan calmly extended his palm and caught every punch that Hun Qianmo threw.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

The sound of palms colliding with fists was like a sudden storm.

There were also some strange noises mixed in.

"Muda, muda, muda, muda, muda!!!"

Hun Qianmo emerged from the void, a fierce aura emanating from his withered, tree-bark-like face.

"die!"

Hun Qianmo turned his fist and extended a finger.

A light tap of the finger emitted an extremely terrifying black light.

Soul Clan Heavenly Rank Battle Technique: Withered Death Finger.

This technique contains the power of death; even if one is not killed by it, being struck by it will consume endless life force.

This is a divine skill of the underworld.

"Withering" refers to the terrifying power that brings death to everything around it.

Jiang Nan looked at the black light that was so close at hand, so he also reached out and pointed forward.

"Withered finger".

The two beams of black light collided at close range.

A terrifying force of death exploded instantly, spreading outwards.

The green hills and clear waters instantly turned into dead soil and withered trees.

The pure energy in the world dissipated instantly upon contact with the death power unleashed by the Withered Finger.

The impact of the Heavenly Rank Battle Techniques shattered the surrounding space.

Hun Qianmo and Jiang Nan were practically standing at zero distance at the center of the explosion.

A figure fell from the sky into the shattered space and crashed heavily to the ground.

That person was none other than Hun Qianmo.

Hun Qianmo's eyes were bloodshot. He had been cultivating the Withered Death Finger for a thousand years, and his realm had long since reached its peak.

However, the level of the withered death finger technique that the young man just displayed was in no way inferior to his.

How can this be?

"Who are you? How do you know our Soul Clan's Withered Death Finger?"

Hun Qianmo's eyes were filled with nothing but questions and jealousy.

Such talent shouldn't exist in this world.

On the horizon, Jiang Nan descended slowly through the void as if stepping on a staircase.

"I just glanced at it and learned it in 0.0001 seconds, and I even mastered it to the highest level."

Jiang Nan spoke calmly, showing no hesitation in displaying his extraordinary talent.

"This is impossible."

Hun Qianmo absolutely did not believe what Jiang Nan said.

The world is indeed not lacking in geniuses who can learn other people's skills after seeing them only once.

However, no genius can master a newly learned fighting technique to its peak in a short period of time.

"Don't believe me? Then watch closely, the withered finger."

Jiang Nan gently pointed her long, slender fingers towards Hun Qianmo below.

A beam of black light fell instantly.

An aura of death filled the entire room.

It seemed to reveal an endless despair.

This is the artistic conception.

Hun Qianmo saw the black light falling from the sky, and he saw the grass and trees withering and all things decaying.

But in this withered world, there was a touch of green.

Thousands of ships pass by the sunken boat, and thousands of trees bloom in front of the dead tree.

At this moment, Hun Qianmo seemed to understand something.

True death refers to the cycle of life and death.

This is a level he has not yet reached.

"This is impossible."

Hun Qianmo unleashed a powerful burst of black battle aura.

The black battle aura formed the shape of a skull and rushed towards the black light in the sky.

The terrifying skull was shrouded in endless black mist, as if plunging the world into a quagmire.

The withered finger struck the skull, instantly shattering it completely.

The black mist dissipated, revealing Hun Qianmo.

Seeing the withered finger about to rush towards him, Hun Qianmo created countless spatial barriers in front of him.

The black light, carrying the aura of death, easily passed through the spatial barrier and struck Hun Qianmo.

"puff!"

Hun Qianmo coughed up a mouthful of blood instantly.

His body then flew backwards.

The terrifying force carried him, smashing countless trees and rocks, before he finally stopped after flying over a thousand meters.

Jiang Nan slowly descended from the sky.

When Hun Qianmo was sent flying backward, he left a deep scratch on the ground.

It must be said that the physiques of the Battle Saints are all quite good.

Hun Qianmo is not dead yet.

Amidst the ruins formed by countless rocks and trees, a withered old arm stretched out.

It is a soul that wanders a thousand miles.

Then, the violent fighting spirit directly blew away all the debris that was pressing down on him.

"Boy, I will definitely kill you. If our Soul Clan cannot obtain a genius like you, then we must stifle him in this world."

Hun Qianmo's eyes were filled with madness.

At that moment, he finally understood just how terrifying this young man in front of him was.

The existence of these oddballs is meant to mock those who work hard.

He had cultivated a Heaven-Rank Battle Technique for over a thousand years.

The other party not only learned it after just one glance, but also used it at a level that surpassed his own cultivation.

He cultivated himself asceticism for a thousand years.

But that's not as good as the other person giving you a second glance.

It's so devastating.

"You don't need to be so discouraged. I probably won't use this move again in the future. After all, your move is really trash. I reached the state of enlightenment in less than a second. It's just not interesting at all."

Jiang Nan shrugged and said casually.

Hun Qianmo was so angry upon hearing this that he gritted his teeth.

Jealousy, it's just so incredibly enviable.

"You die!"

Hun Qianmo unleashed astonishing battle aura from his entire body, causing even the surrounding space to crack due to the inability to withstand this power.

Amidst the thick fog, countless palm strikes rushed towards Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan smiled slightly.

He then gave a light tap, intending to kill him by destroying his spirit.

Chapter 254, The Great Luo Heaven

Jiang Nan also received countless applause.

Countless palm strikes collided together.

The applause was deafening and resounded throughout the venue.

It was as if they were cheering for someone.

Palm to palm.

This is a clash of strength.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Hun Qianmo roared in the black mist, using all his strength to swing his withered hand.

The sonic booms continued incessantly.

Unlike Hun Qianmo, Jiang Nan was not hysterical at all.

As he gently lowered his palm, it transformed into countless palm shadows.

These palm strikes are still increasing in number and strength.