His palm strike seemed to have drained every ounce of his strength. His face instantly turned deathly pale, as though all the blood in his body had been sucked dry in a single moment.
Ye Xiwen saw it at a glance. Chu Yun's palm strike had likely burned his life force—and quite a lot of it. Half his black hair had turned white in an instant. For the sake of fighting over these treasures, he had gone all out. Only by defeating Ye Xiwen as quickly as possible could he hope to get a share of the spoils. At this point, he no longer entertained any thought of killing Ye Xiwen. If they fought a prolonged battle, he might still have had a chance, but he did not have that much time. Nor did he want to toil bitterly only to make a wedding dress for someone else.
The best course was to defeat him first and prevent him from continuing to entangle him.
Even Ye Xiwen sensed danger from this palm strike, yet his state of mind remained unchanged. Though he was anxious, he was also at his calmest, allowing him to make the most accurate judgment.
At this moment, he remained unhurried. Golden divinity continuously surged from his body and wrapped around him, making him look like a god living in this world. A vast force boiled up from within his body.
That golden divinity directly transformed into an incomparably enormous golden deity. In that instant, the deity struck out and met Chu Yun's palm.
This strike transformed into golden light filling the sky. Countless giant hands were manifested, flooding toward Chu Yun like an ocean.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
With one thunderous blast after another, Chu Yun's palm strike smashed Ye Xiwen's countless giant hands to pieces.
Yet