Excitement surged through Yang Jing. He immediately bowed, his tone respectful and solemn. "Master, please instruct me!"
Bai Bing chuckled and nodded slightly, remaining where she stood. Not a trace of imposing aura radiated from her; she was as relaxed as someone admiring the scenery.
Yang Jing immediately drew a deep breath. His chest swelled, and the rich internal qi of his Qi-Nourishing Realm roared into motion, pouring entirely into his right arm.
Then he unleashed Mountain Collapse Stance, the fiercest move of the Mountain-Splitting Seal. His fist gathered force and shot straight toward Bai Bing, trailing a howling gale.
Watching Yang Jing charge at her with all his strength, Bai Bing remained serene, without the slightest hint of alarm. She merely raised a slender, jade-white palm and casually met his fist.
The Mountain-Splitting Seal was renowned for its fierce, domineering power and unmatched offensive might.
Now that Yang Jing had broken through to the Qi-Nourishing Realm, his internal qi was rich and condensed, making this punch even more formidable. Wherever its fist wind passed, even the air gave off muffled booms.
Yang Jing's expression was grave, his concentration absolute. He drove his strength to its limit, and fist and palm collided with a thunderous impact.
The instant they touched, Yang Jing felt that his master's palm was cool and soft. It seemed slender and delicate, utterly devoid of force, yet no matter how savagely he unleashed his power, it was like crashing into an immense mountain weighing ten thousand tons.
No matter how he battered it, he could not break through that palm's defense. All his ferocious strength was effortlessly dissolved into nothing.
Yang Jing was not surprised that his first strike had failed. He calmly withdrew his fist, shifted his feet, and abruptly turned, attacking from another angle