Ming Cult Trio

Chapter 780: Ming Cult Trio

Boom!

Four palms collided, their impact shaking the surrounding fields!

The aftershock of the palm force spread outward from the point where the two men's hands met like ripples on water.

The martial artists in the courtyard had already been battered and exhausted before coming here. Caught in the lingering force of the palms, they immediately collapsed in droves, leaving the scene in utter chaos!

The white-clad player who had just appeared sank more than an inch into the ground. The earth around his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading outward like a spiderweb.

Only after extending over an area several yards across did the cracks gradually stop.

At the same time, a damage number floated up above his head.

-6325

Only a little over six thousand Crushing Damage?

That was definitely not the power Ye Weiming's current Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms should have possessed!

The internal-energy vortex the other party had unleashed earlier had redirected part of his palm force into the ground. That was why the earth around him had cracked apart inch by inch—it had actually absorbed a portion of the force for him.

What an impressive Flower Transplant!

Having instantly discerned the technique the other party had used to receive his palm strike head-on, Ye Weiming was about to press the attack and finish him off with another palm, sending him back to the respawn point.

Then, from the side, a green-clad figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows and thrust a sword toward Ye Weiming's chest.

Meanwhile, the black-clad girl who had nearly been slapped to death by Ye Weiming's Soaring Dragon in the Sky had drawn a long silver staff. Wrapped in a piercing whistle, it swept toward Ye Weiming's right temple.

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