Compared to Xu Yi's arms, thick as a violent ape's, Long Jingtian's arms were like toothpicks.
Yet the might carried by Long Jingtian's arms was in no way inferior to Xu Yi's giant, pillar-like ape arms.
Howling winds filled the room. With a thunderous crash, their arms collided.
Long Jingtian's arm firmly caught Xu Yi's ape arm, but not a trace of ease showed on his face. He was utterly astonished.
Long Jingtian knew very well that Xu Yi was not of the Demon Race. In his eyes, this divine art that manifested a demon body was nothing more than the old trick of filling the body with qi and blood to gain tremendous strength for a short time.
But only when Xu Yi's ape arm landed in his grasp did he clearly feel the terrifying force within it, enough to crush mountains and seas.
At that moment, though he had firmly caught Xu Yi's ape arm, things were nothing like he had expected.
His demon body was nearly the strongest in this world. He had no need to reveal his true form to possess strength few could match in the present age.
He could never have imagined that the arm swinging down from this lowly human cultivator would make his qi and blood surge wildly throughout his body, while his bones creaked and groaned.
The moment their arms met, Xu Yi was just as shocked. The Dragon Elephant Aspect he had manifested was already his strongest form of attack. In terms of strength, it could easily shake mountains.
Long Jingtian had blocked his devastating blow with a single palm. The disparity was hard for him to accept.
When experts clashed, the slightest difference could decide victory or defeat. Though both were stunned and uncertain, neither slowed their attacks.
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