Long Fei looked at him and said, "Do you think you have the right to decide the life and death of a person?"
Han Shan sneered, "Right? Power is the right. In my eyes, you're just a slightly more powerful ant. That is my right. Who can stop me?"
"It seems you are very confident."
Long Fei laughed out, as if watching a child flaunting his claws and teeth at him.
Han Shan with his hands behind his back, full of profundity, said, "You are too young, unaware of the vastness of the world. You dare to show off with just a little bit of skill. Death is of your own making. Look, I can kill you with just one hand."
He swung his palm, and the palm shadow followed his body.
Eight shadowy palm prints struck towards Long Fei simultaneously, causing the void around to buzz and generating a gust of gang wind within the room.
"Eight Trigrams Palm?"
Long Fei snorted lightly and waved his hand forward.
A massive force rolled out, like a tidal wave surging forward.
