The light slap seemed gentle, yet it sent a shiver through Zuo Jun's entire soul.

He had no chance to resist, not even time to react, and could only watch as the Fan'an Realm Master's palm landed on him.

In an instant, he crumbled like decayed wood meeting a sandstorm, scattering with a gust.

Zuo Jun's divine body completely collapsed, and his consciousness dissipated on the spot.