Yao Shengqing brought his palm straight down. He had no other weapon; his palm itself was a Godly Weapon, comparable to a Defective Divine Artifact. Every movement he made possessed the power to seize stars and grasp the moon.
With a casual slap, heaven and earth trembled. The essence of the Vajra Palm lay in its power. Like Yao Shengyan, Yao Shengqing belonged to a terrifying race blessed with boundless strength, and the two brothers were both outstanding among their kind.
What was even more terrifying was that Yao Shengqing was unknown how many times stronger than Yao Shengyan. Even Ye Xiwen had to admit that if he had fought Yao Shengqing five years ago, he truly might not have been his match.
But now, things were completely different.
"Vajra Palm? What a coincidence—I know it too. Let me show you!"
He stepped forward, and like Yao Shengqing, thrust out a giant golden hand—the Vajra Palm.
"Bang!"
The two giant hands collided fiercely. For a moment, it was as though two pieces of metal had crashed together, and laws of metal burst forth, colliding against one another.
The laws of metal were inherently valiant and direct, yielding not an inch when they clashed.
Yao Shengqing's eyes were filled with shock and fear. He could now guess why Ye Xiwen was able to use the Vajra Palm. It was clearly because Ye Xiwen had devoured Yao Shengyan's Palm Dao Avatar back then that he could wield it.
This was simply intolerable!
His aura rose another level as he completely fused his Palm Dao Avatar into his body. His aura became even more terrifying and unfathomable, like a god of palms, a grandmaster whose every gesture contained the supreme mysteries of the Palm Dao.
**"Ye Xiwen, die! Go accompany my brother in