Titan stared blankly at his right hand.
Was it the wind that stopped him from committing suicide? No, it wasn't.
He could feel a faint and soft Gang Qi lurking in his hand, it was gentle and reassuring, but also carried a hint of killing intent.
Titan paused for a moment, instinctively using his own Gang Qi to cautiously touch it, to feel it.
But he quickly realized that this was a dangerous move. If someone could silently attach Gang Qi to his hand without him knowing, and this Gang Qi could block his palm, it at least meant that the person's cultivation was at the Middle-stage Martial Saint level...
No, even a Middle-stage Martial Saint couldn't block his palm so easily unless the person's cultivation had reached the Late Stage Martial Saint level, or even the pinnacle of supreme power!
Although Titan didn't understand why this mysterious expert stopped him, in such a critical situation, he had to be cautious of any stranger's intervention, whether hostile or friendly.
