Wang Yuan's fist edge slammed into the Ghost Claw, and dark golden radiance and pitch-black Killing Intent twisted together into a blinding blaze of light.
The high platform trembled violently, several deep cracks splitting open across its surface.
Qi waves surged outward in all directions, shoving the crowd watching at the edge of the Training Ground back step by step.
The flagstones beneath the feet of Ancestor Yinsha shattered and caved in, and his entire body slid half a step backward, a layer of distinct surprise finally rising upon his withered and gaunt face.
That right palm he had thrust out went slightly numb, a fine spiderweb of cracks shaken into its surface by the dark golden fist force, chilling Killing Intent seeping thread by thread out of those fissures.
Yet Wang Yuan stood in place, his feet sunk deep into the shattered flagstones, those three claw marks on his left shoulder tugged by the force of the recent punch, oozing yet another stream of dark golden blood.
His complexion paled by a fraction, but his pale-golden pupils remained clear.
That layer of Divine Soul barrier within the Niwan Palace steadfastly defended his entire body, sealing off Ancestor Yinsha's pervasive Divine Soul suppression from the outside.
"You..."
Ancestor Yinsha stared at him for two breaths, the surprise within his triangular eyes gradually condensing into a deeper, bone-chilling coldness.
"Your Mental Power can actually block a Grandmaster's oppression?"
Wang Yuan did not answer.
He rolled his neck, his joints emitting a series of crisp pops.
That previous punch had utilized only seventy percent of his strength, but Ancestor Yinsha had also deployed only seven parts of his might.
The gap between the two of them was closer than he had imagined.
"Come again."
Wang Yuan spoke, his voice not loud, yet