Monk Huikong swept both hands outward, suppressing the aftershock unleashed by the collision of their ultimate moves. Doubt stirred in his heart.
The person opposite him felt extremely powerful. Thus, he had never expected to settle the matter with this first move of the Great Brahma Sacred Palm, Sacred Light Emerges. It had been more of a probing strike.
Yet the result of that probe was far from satisfactory.
The other party's martial path seemed to be one of ultimate yang, of purest yang. Intense Blazing Sun True Qi transformed into incomparably sharp divine needles that burst forth, piercing the vault of heaven—countless, inexhaustible, surging like the tides.
Under such an ultimate move, his Brahma Sacred Qi should have been able to burn away the opponent's qi, True Essence, and even spirit, weakening them. Yet it had failed to achieve the expected result.
Instead, after the power of the Great Brahma Sacred Palm was exhausted, the opponent's divine needles still converged upon him, thick as a swarm of locusts in flight.
Only by using a One Beat Two Scatter Palm Technique did Monk Huikong manage to disperse them all, maintaining the appearance of a draw.
"This man's martial arts are exceedingly profound. He is a formidable foe. I may not win even after a bitter battle; I must find a way out."
Several decades ago, Monk Huikong had been incomparably fierce, violent, and battle-hungry. Once he entered combat, his wild nature would erupt, his battle blood would boil, and he would fight until death. Because of this, his combat and killing arts had stood a level above even his actual strength.
But now, Monk Huikong was no longer the man he had once been. One of the former Thirteen Ultimate Fierce Monks would probably be mistaken for a kind-eyed, benevolent