I, the Undersigned, Greet the Alliance Master
A fist-wind arrived first.
Daoist Fencang felt a monstrous, crushing pressure surge toward him, as if an invisible mountain were rolling over him, causing the breath in his chest to suddenly stall.
He bit down hard on his teeth, driving the Scarlet Flame Heaven-Burning Art to its absolute limit as the fire beast phantom violently surged, pushing his palms out with all his might in an attempt to forcefully clash against this punch with scorching True Essence.
Su Qinghan's ice blade cut in at that exact same moment.
That thin-as-cicada-wings, ghostly-blue cold light pierced precisely toward Wang Yuan.
She had timed it for the brief opening that Wang Yuan revealed when throwing his straight punch.
With this strike she used eighty percent of her True Essence, enough to chisel through the protective True Essence of a mid-stage Organ Refining martial artist.
Fist and palm met.
Boom!
The moment the qi wave exploded, the firelight and cold light on the platform were simultaneously obliterated.
Daoist Fencang's fire beast phantom crumbled inch by inch under the fist-edge like candle smoke blown away, his fiery-red face abruptly turning deathly pale, and the layer of scorching halo on his palms shattered completely.
He let out a muffled grunt, his entire body flying backward as his feet plowed two deep trenches into the ground, retreating all the way to the edge of the Cliff Face before barely managing to steady his stance.
Then his back slammed heavily against the rock wall, a sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood surged to the corner of his mouth.
Su Qinghan's ice blade shattered like rain in the aftermath of the fist-wind.
Her situation was slightly better than Fencang's, after all, the angle at which her ice blade