Obstacle Crossing Cloud Piercing, Scattering Sky Blade (8K)

Wang Yanfeng's heavy blow failed to achieve anything. Almost without hesitation, he twisted his body to build up momentum, spread his arms, and at last, his First Soul Ring lit up.

His pair of Iron Fists suddenly swelled to more than three times their previous size. Wrapped in an intense bronze glow, they blasted straight toward Chen Ping's face.

The reason the Body Sect devoted itself to studying Combat Techniques had much to do with their martial souls.

When one's body was the martial soul, most soul skills enhanced a particular part of the body. Without excellent Combat Techniques to complement them, one could not fully bring out their advantages.

Chen Ping's expression did not change. He raised his right palm, and a chill turned it the color of snowflakes from the northern lands.

In Wang Yanfeng's eyes, the aura of the young man, who had not moved an inch, seemed to change abruptly.

It shifted from sacred and inviolable to an enormous pressure as heavy as a mountain, nearly crushing the breath from him.

It was merely a simple raising of the arm and a thrust of the palm.

Yet that slowly descending right palm seemed to carry the bitter, howling north wind as it fell toward him with irresistible force.

It was as if this palm strike was not merely a palm strike, but a struggle against some distant, frigid world.

Emperor's Palm Great Cold Without Snow.

Boom!

The white palm collided with the bronze heavy fist. A tremendous roar erupted alongside a blaze of intense light, and even the Protective Barrier around the Competition Stage rippled violently.

Wang Yanfeng flew backward from the center of the collision at incredible speed, a layer of frost faintly spreading over both arms.

Of course, this was not the genuine Great