Chen Qing felt as though startling thunder had exploded beside his ears. Bai Cang's True Origin pressure, unleashed in fury, came rolling in like tangible waves of the sea, choking his breath and forcing him to stagger back several steps. Each step left a deep footprint in the hard flagstone ground, while his Qi and Blood churned violently within him.
Bai Cang turned into a streak of light and lunged straight at Chen Qing. A palm condensed from True Origin carried the momentum to tear through all things, about to engulf Chen Qing.
At that critical moment, an earth-yellow figure slipped abruptly between them like a ghost, throwing an unadorned punch forward!
The fist wind was condensed and mountain-heavy, as though it could anchor the rivers and mountains!
"Bang—!"
The two palms collided like two monstrous waves crashing head-on!
Amid a deafening explosion, a visible circular shockwave violently spread outward from the two men!
Where the shockwave passed, several nearby Zen Rooms cracked like structures of paper and clay. Their walls instantly filled with fissures before collapsing with a roar, beams and pillars snapping as tiles and rubble flew everywhere!
Dust shot into the sky, instantly shrouding the entire stronghold.
Bai Cang's forward charge came to an abrupt halt. His body swayed slightly as he stared at the person blocking Chen Qing. His brows drew tightly together. "Deng Ziheng?"
Deng Ziheng's sleeves fluttered without wind, his aura as steady as a mountain. Standing before Chen Qing, he looked calmly at Bai Cang and said blandly, "A True Disciple of my Tianbao Supreme Sect—is he someone you can lay hands on?"
"You killed the Island Master of my Black Profound Island. How do you explain that?" Bai Cang demanded sharply.
"Those petty devils of the Wuji Demonic Sect brought disaster upon