Wang Yuan fought with ever greater ferocity.
Ancestor Yinsha's three flowers gathered at the crown were formidable indeed. His essence, qi, and spirit attacked simultaneously, forcing Wang Yuan to divide his attention three ways every time he met a strike.
But Wang Yuan had triple perfection of the Dragon-Tiger True Form, the divine soul barrier of the seventh level of the Nine Revolutions Soul Condensation Art, and the four hundred thousand catties of gigantic strength of the sixth level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Vajra Divine Skill.
With all three combined, he actually fought Ancestor Yinsha on equal footing.
In particular, the divine soul barrier within Wang Yuan's Niwan Palace stood firm as a boulder. Ancestor Yinsha's divine soul pressure could never pierce it.
The dark golden halo around his fists grew thicker and thicker. Every punch he unleashed added another crack to Ancestor Yinsha's Baleful Intent Armor.
Ancestor Yinsha, meanwhile, grew more alarmed the longer they fought.
He was clearly driving his three flowers gathered at the crown at full power, consuming killing intent at a tremendous rate, yet the youth before him seemed to possess inexhaustible vital blood and divine soul power.
Every palm strike left a claw mark on his opponent, but the youth's dark golden vital blood surged up to expel the killing intent, healing the wound at an astonishing speed.
His own Baleful Intent Armor, however, became riddled with cracks under the bombardment of one punch after another.
Eventually, the rhythm of his three revolving flowers grew increasingly erratic, and the illusory lotus above his forehead had already dimmed considerably.
The two exchanged another palm strike.
This time, Wang Yuan did not retreat, and neither did Ancestor Yinsha.
Both had stoked a fierce refusal to admit defeat.
The two forces collided head-on. Every remaining stone slab