He had spent decades of effort building this Sacred Mountain with his own hands. Reviving the Ghost Clan Sacred Paragon was also a major part of the Celestial Palace's plan. Now Jared had destroyed all of it.
How could he not burn over this?
How could he not hate Jared to the bone?
The instant the last word left his mouth, he threw up a hand. Celestial energy rushed into his palm and gathered fast, swelling into a huge handprint. It carried endless force, along with a thick, dreadful pressure, and slammed straight at Jared.
He didn't hold back at all. He poured his full strength into it, aiming to kill Jared in one strike, to avenge the dead Celestial Palace disciples and the ruined Sacred Mountain.
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