Imperial Capital outskirts, Zhuo Family estate.
The evening glow bathed the scene, a gentle March breeze stirring the air.
Amidst this luxurious and dignified scenery, a giant palm wreathed in Internal Power light cut straight through hundreds of meters, passing directly above the Martial Arts Alliance personnel and crashing down with murderous decisiveness toward the terrified Victor Zhuo.
Andrew Han struck—merciless and resolute!
This single palm unleashed a terrifying force that shook the entire hall—power condensed, light blazing. All ten-plus Martial Arts Alliance members froze in place, feeling a crisis like thorns on their backs, while the Zhuo Family clansmen fared even worse.
"Ah! Ah!"
"What is this, a Unity-level technique?"
Countless people rose from their seats, stumbling onto the ornate carpet.
Even the most steadfast Zhuo Family members, trying to sit as immovable as mountains, swayed and nearly collapsed—as if an earthquake had struck, shaking the estate's very ground.
At the central round table.
Victor Zhuo stood frozen, his mind blank with terror, unable to think—he could only let out a low, instinctive cry.
No!
Father, save me!
Victor Zhuo trembled all over, raising his head in utter despair to gaze at the incoming palm of light. As a mere peak Martial Artist, he had not the slightest power to resist.
Especially—
—on the palm of light, the fingerprints were clearly visible.
Off to the side—
The white-haired elder, Leonard Zhuo, was struck with shock and horror.
"Force penetrating the body?"
"Condensed into substance?"
As a high-tier Martial Lord and head of the Zhuo Family, Leonard Zhuo had seen much over the years, but witnessing a Martial General unleash such an uncanny technique still shook him to the core.
So this is what it means to be a Peerless Legend—he finally understood.
"I respect you as this era’s Peerless Paragon."
"But if you think you can kill my son in front of me, you’re sorely mistaken." Leonard Zhuo snorted coldly, his mountain-like body rising into the air. With a grasp of his right hand, he condensed a sword of light.
At the Unity level, a technique could channel the power of heaven and earth.
Yet the degree of substance a Unity-level technique could achieve was nowhere near Solidified Core Internal Power. Leonard Zhuo was a true Martial Lord, commanding all things—he could forge a sword with a wave of his sleeve and exhale razor-sharp sword light.
No exaggeration—
Even if a missile struck, it would not matter.
"Sword, rise!"
Leonard Zhuo didn’t even use formal Martial Techniques; he refined a sword of light from pure Internal Power, shaking the surroundings and directly slicing apart the giant palm of light.
Crack, crack.
The giant palm of light collapsed, dispersing in midair.
"Father!"
Surviving by a hair, Victor Zhuo burst into tears—both terrified and wildly elated.
No matter what—
He had lived… The other Zhuo clansmen in the main hall also breathed a sigh of relief; if Andrew Han had been allowed to kill Victor Zhuo with a single palm, their honor would have been disgraced.
Zhuo Family matters, in the end, were theirs to handle.
If outsiders were allowed to strike at will, the Zhuo Family’s cohesion would suffer greatly.
At the main hall entrance—
The ten-plus Martial Arts Alliance members, with the strongest only at peak Martial General Realm, hurriedly retreated to the side, eyes full of shock: "This is Solidified Core Internal Power—using one’s own strength to move all things, condensing substance in the blink of an eye."