"I've been friends with Yuan Teng in spirit for a long time. Since you're his disciple, I don't mind giving you a few pointers."
"Make your move."
Li Ye spoke calmly from inside the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Chariot.
People were stunned, their expressions turning strange.
Friends in spirit?
As if! Ding Hao was furious. "I'll make you realize you're past your prime."
He was deeply uncomfortable with Li Ye putting on the airs of an elder in front of him.
Boom!
Ding Hao attacked. He used no weapon, merely flinging out both arms as his surging blood energy shot into the heavens.
Vast swaths of space were shattered.
The aura he unleashed made everyone tremble.
Space stretching dozens of light-years in every direction twisted.
"Rumor has it that Ding Hao has his master's bearing. Seeing him now, I can say the rumors are well-founded."
"This aura is already no weaker than a Star Saint Ninth Heaven."
The crowd cried out in alarm.
"Divine Arm Fist!"
Ding Hao roared. His right arm swelled a full circle, sending forth fist lights as fine as needles.
Their sharpness rivaled sword rays.
Even from far away, they stabbed at people's souls.
This fist could pierce armor!
The crowd was horrified.
Boom!
Ding Hao swung his right arm fiercely. Vast waves of fist lights surged out like a tide, rushing toward Li Ye.
"Hmm, a fine fist technique. It incorporates the mysteries of the sword."
"Worthy of being a secret art of the Eight-armed Ape clan."
Li Ye offered his assessment.
Thud!
To everyone's shock, he thrust out a great hand wreathed in powerful energy and swept it forward. In an instant, heaven and earth turned upside down.
Ding Hao's fist lights were crushed.
Li Ye's hand continued its unstoppable advance,