Their palms collided with a resounding bang, but Ding Ling remained as immovable as a mountain.
Yan Chixia, however, was sent flying into the air. He retreated more than a dozen zhang before spinning and landing on the ground, then, unable to fully disperse the force, instinctively staggered backward another dozen steps before barely managing to steady himself.
He stared at Ding Ling in astonishment:
"You, you, you..."
His eyes were filled with disbelief:
"Your strength is at the Martial Golden Core level?!"
He drew in a breath, his entire face etched with shock:
"You're so young, yet you've already broken through the Shattered Realm in martial arts and entered the Martial Golden Core level. You truly are a heaven-blessed genius!"
He sighed:
"When I was young, I was forced to switch to Daoist cultivation because I couldn't see any path forward in martial arts. I never imagined that in my lifetime, I would actually meet a pure Martial Golden Core expert. You're incredible."
He laughed three times, filled with admiration and relief, and said:
"No wonder you were so confident about sparring with me. So you came prepared, huh? Good, good, good."
He shook himself into high spirits, his brows rising like blades. His entire bearing changed, as though he had transformed into a sharp sword about to leave its sheath, its edge fully exposed. Anyone who saw him could not help but look askance and feel intimidated:
"This time, I'll go all out. Young man, you'd better be careful."
He still had no intention of using a weapon.
Instead, he bit his finger and quickly drew a Taiji symbol on his palm with his blood. After giving a warning, he thrust his palm toward Ding Ling.
"Heaven and earth have no limits! Lend me the power of the