"Bragging like that — if I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll truly never understand why my Wu Ma Heavenly Clan is one of the Ten Great Heavenly Clans of the Ancestral Martial Starfield."
The moment Wu Ma Yantian finished speaking, he thrust his palm forward with violent force. A massive palm print of martial power materialized before him like a mountain, bearing down on Chu Feng and the others.
This strike was never meant to simply teach Chu Feng and Bai Liluo a lesson. He intended to annihilate Chu Feng along with every last member of the Wu Ma Heavenly Clan.
The moment that palm appeared, the clansmen of the Wu Ma main bloodline shut their eyes.
They all understood clearly — this was far more than just a palm strike. This was the power of death itself. This was their end.
"Hmph."
Yet when faced with Wu Ma Yantian's devastating strike, Bai Liluo merely gave a soft snort. Then, with a single tap of her finger against the void, a beam of light shot from her fingertip like a razor-sharp sword.
BOOM—
A deafening roar erupted. The beam of light not only pierced clean through the massive martial palm, it shattered the entire construct to pieces in an instant.
As the dispersed martial power scattered like starlight in every direction, the expressions on everyone's faces grew complicated.
The members of the branch clan, in particular, were overcome with panic.
It turned out that Bai Liluo's attack had not merely destroyed Wu Ma Yantian's strike — that beam of light had pierced through Wu Ma Yantian's own body.
The man who had been standing high and mighty just moments ago now had one of his arms completely severed.
"Clan Master!!!"
The branch clansmen were frantic with worry.
Their clan master's complexion was terrible, and his aura was growing weaker by the second. This was absolutely not a simple flesh wound — otherwise Wu Ma Yantian would not be in such a state.
"This…"
At that moment, everyone involuntarily looked toward Bai Liluo.
Only now did they realize just how terrifying this creature — who spoke with the voice of a little girl — truly was.
At equivalent cultivation levels, Wu Ma Yantian was considered one of the few who had almost no rivals.
Yet in front of this being, he had been defeated in a single exchange.
"You… who exactly are you?"
Wu Ma Yantian's gaze toward Bai Liluo turned grave beyond measure.
He had used a Heaven-tier Thunder Rune to elevate his cultivation from the eighth rank of Venerable all the way to the ninth rank.
And the strike he had launched was no ordinary attack.
But Bai Liluo's counter had been nothing more than a casual follow-up.
The gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth. He could no longer afford to be careless about the two people standing before him.
Yet after Wu Ma Yantian asked that question, Bai Liluo did not respond.
At first, the onlookers assumed she simply didn't regard Wu Ma Yantian as worth answering — which left Wu Ma Yantian somewhat embarrassed.
But soon, Chu Feng noticed something was wrong.
"Sister, are you alright?"
Chu Feng moved to Bai Liluo's side and asked through a secret voice transmission.
"Brother, run — don't worry about me," Liluo replied via voice transmission.
"Mm…"
The moment those words left her lips, Bai Liluo suddenly dropped to one knee, her body beginning to shift and flicker uncontrollably.
"Sister Liluo!"
Chu Feng rushed to support her.
"Damn it — that beast actually did this again…"
"Run — now. Even if the Wu Ma trash would let you go, this one certainly won't."