Wang Yuan did not retreat.
He would subdue them with strength and win them over with virtue.
Wang Yuan stood before the cracked boulder, his feet sinking slightly as the dark-golden Vital Blood throughout his body began to circulate.
He did not transform into his Dragon-Tiger True Form, nor did he activate the dual-core Force Power of Nine Heavens Mountain. In his ordinary form, relying only on his early-stage Organ Refining foundation, he forcefully received this palm strike.
That right fist met the incoming palm in an utterly unremarkable manner. A faint dark-golden sheen surfaced across the fist, like a mold cast from molten iron.
The instant fist and palm collided, another muffled explosion, loud enough to deafen, rang out.
Shockwaves exploded in every direction, sending the loose stones beneath their feet flying.
Even Liu Canglan at the entrance on the southern side of the platform was shoved half a step backward by the shockwave, his expression changing drastically.
This time, Daoist Fencang did not retreat.
He gritted his teeth, the veins on his flushed face bulging. His left foot stamped half a step forward, forcefully dissipating the recoil into the ground.
The rock beneath his feet cracked with a series of snaps, fissures spreading several feet in every direction from the soles of his feet.
Wang Yuan did not retreat either.
Because there was nowhere left to retreat.
The dark-golden Vital Blood circulated endlessly around his body, dissolving Daoist Fencang's scorching True Essence layer by layer.
His expression remained calm, his breathing steady, as if he were receiving nothing more than an ordinary sparring exchange.
"Again!"
Daoist Fencang grew more excited the more he fought. He fully activated the Scarlet Flame Burning Heaven Art, his palms flashing like scarlet dragons churning the sea as he struck out one palm