The 'Ephemeral Blossom Finger' she displayed, though not the most powerful martial art in her sect, was still formidable. Even those at the Half-step Saint Domain level would have to tread carefully against this move.
After all, this strike appeared plain and unadorned, but once it landed, it could pierce a hole through an armored tank, showcasing the terrifying power of this technique.
Yet, Zhang Fan, with a casual palm strike, without employing any specific moves, easily shattered her 'Ephemeral Blossom Finger'. Not only that, but he had struck later, making her realize that this youth might not be merely at the Half-step Saint Domain level as she had assumed.
He was likely a true Saint Domain expert!
With this thought, Wei Xiaowen began to understand Zhang Fan's earlier arrogant attitude. To reach the Saint Domain at such a young age was indeed enough to make one look down upon the younger generation.
However...
"Even if you are a true Saint Domain expert, you won't be able to belittle me, Wei Xiaowen!" Staring at the smiling youth before her, Wei Xiaowen's fear slowly dissipated, replaced by an unyielding fighting spirit.
"Your will is quite impressive, but your strength is a bit lacking," Zhang Fan commented with a light smile, observing Wei Xiaowen's change.
Wei Xiaowen remained silent, her footsteps shifting lightly. Then, with a sudden push off the ground, she propelled herself into the air, like an immortal, hovering above the hall.
Fortunately, the hall had a high ceiling; otherwise, a single push from Wei Xiaowen might have pierced through the ceiling.
Though Wei Xiaowen had reached the Saint Domain, she could still maintain a brief hover in the void.
Everyone watched Wei Xiaowen float in the air without any support, utterly speechless.
"Brahma Palm!" Wei Xiaowen extended her hands, rapidly forming a series of complex and arcane hand seals. In just a breath, a golden Buddhist seal, condensed from profound true qi, quickly took shape in her hands, emitting a brilliant golden light.
Wei Xiaowen held the Buddhist seal aloft, suspended in mid-air, her entire being radiating golden light. At this moment, in the eyes of the onlookers, the formidable woman of the Wei family seemed to have transformed into a female Vajra from Buddhism.
When a Vajra rages, all beings tremble.
"Go!"
Wei Xiaowen pushed with all her might, and the golden Buddhist seal shot from her palm, hurtling towards Zhang Fan!
As the saying goes, amateurs watch the excitement, while professionals observe the skill. Most people present, upon seeing this, could only marvel at its spectacle.
But Qi Xiangyu's eyes lit up as he watched this palm strike, fixated on Zhang Fan, eager to see how he would defend against it.
"The Great Dragon Temple's secret technique, Brahma Palm!" Qi Xiangyu's heart was filled with envy. Even their sect, the Extreme Fire Gate's most powerful ultimate skill, paled in comparison to the move Wei Xiaowen displayed.
"If I could learn the Brahma Palm, I could probably fight against a peak Xiantian Grandmaster with just this one move," Qi Xiangyu mused. While powerful ultimate skills were notoriously difficult to cultivate, once mastered, they granted the capital to fight beyond one's own level.
If he could learn an ultimate skill of the Brahma Palm's caliber, with his late Xiantian stage cultivation, he would fear no peak Xiantian Grandmaster.
"As expected of the Great Dragon Temple's senior disciple. With this move, her power has likely entered the true Saint Domain!" Qi Xiangyu expressed some awe.
The Buddhist seal, initially only palm-sized, rapidly expanded after leaving Wei Xiaowen's palm. By the time it reached Zhang Fan, it was over ten feet wide, completely engulfing him.
Even Qin Luoshui beside him was affected.
"I didn't expect Senior Disciple Sister to even unleash the Brahma Palm. Even if I faced this move, I'm afraid it would be difficult to resist," Yan Wanqing said, standing beside Zhang Fan. As the golden Buddhist seal approached, it put her under immense pressure, yet she showed no intention of evading.
Because she trusted that while this Buddhist seal's power might be formidable, it was nothing to the youth beside her.
"This move is quite interesting, possessing a hint of magical technique. It seems the Great Dragon Temple is not as simple as I imagined," Zhang Fan nodded with interest, thinking to himself.
Upon seeing Wei Xiaowen, Zhang Fan had already suspected that these two might be disciples of the Great Dragon Temple.
And now, judging from the moves Wei Xiaowen displayed, he was even more certain. Proficient in Buddhist ultimate skills, and possessing such profound cultivation at such a young age, only China's top Buddhist sects could foster such talents.
The Great Dragon Temple, though a powerful force no less than the Green Gang or the Hongmen, and even comparable to the former Alchemy God Pavilion, due to its sect's tenets, its disciples were extremely low-key and rarely appeared in China's martial arts world. Hence, despite Wei Xiaowen's strength, she was not widely known in the martial arts community.
After all, even an ordinary invincible Grandmaster, once their strength was recognized, would likely be famous across China.
"You have the Brahma Palm, I have the Heaven-Overturning Palm. We can compare whose is more powerful!" Zhang Fan said with a laugh. With a gentle flip of his right hand, in an instant, a colossal palm print condensed from spiritual energy formed in his palm.
"Go!" Zhang Fan gently pushed, and the palm print shot out, flying towards the golden Buddhist seal that was descending through the air.
Wherever the palm print passed, the space seemed to warp, and the crowd appeared to hear the sound of tearing space.
The two colossal palm prints collided, but there was no earth-shattering explosion as the crowd had imagined.
To Wei Xiaowen's disbelief, her Brahma Seal, which she had condensed with all her might, encountered Zhang Fan's palm print like a small vortex meeting a tornado – it stirred no ripples and was directly submerged and swallowed.
And the palm print continued its unimpeded descent towards her, its speed undiminished. As the palm print descended, it completely covered her surroundings, leaving her with no escape.
Facing this palm strike, a trace of fear involuntarily arose in Wei Xiaowen's heart. It wasn't that she was afraid, but rather fear of a power that far surpassed her own level.
This was not something her will could resist, like hair encountering fire.
Boom!
Struck by the palm print, despite Wei Xiaowen's strenuous efforts to defend, she was still sent flying dozens of feet, only stopping when she crashed into the hall's wall.
"I'm fine?" Upon landing, Wei Xiaowen had expected to be severely injured, if not dead. But she found that apart from a sharp pain in her chest, she was not seriously hurt.
Looking up at Zhang Fan, she saw him staring at her with a half-smile, and Wei Xiaowen suddenly realized that Zhang Fan had likely held back his full power at the last moment.
At the same time, a tidal wave of shock surged within her. To control such immense power to this extent, to handle it with such ease – perhaps even a true Saint Domain expert couldn't achieve this?