The vast Dou Qi gathered in his palm was controlled at only the level of an ordinary Six-star Dou Saint.
Even so, the overwhelming pressure carried by his palm strike descended like Mount Tai, crashing fiercely toward Gu Yang!
Gu Yang's face turned deathly pale. The Dou Qi of his late Five-star Dou Saint cultivation surged madly through his body without reservation. A dim barrier of light appeared around him as he gathered all his strength before him and forcibly met that fatal palm.
"Bang—!"
A deafening explosion erupted within the ancestral hall. Violent energy shockwaves swept outward like raging tides. The jade tables inside the hall instantly turned to dust, the ancient runes carved into the pillars dimmed, spiderweb cracks spread across the polished golden bricks, and even the luminous pearls floating in the air trembled violently as their glow flickered.
Gu Yang let out a muffled groan. His body seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer, and his feet plowed two deep trenches through the golden bricks. He retreated several dozen feet before barely steadying himself.
The Dou Qi barrier he had condensed was covered in cracks, like glazed glass on the verge of shattering. A streak of black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaved violently. It was clear that he had suffered internal injuries from that blow.
Still, the foundation of a late Five-star Dou Saint was indeed formidable. Even against a probing strike from a Nine Star Dou Saint, he had actually managed to withstand it by exhausting all his strength.
Yet that defense had already drained more than half his power. Before he had even gained a moment to catch his breath, a trace of desperate fear flashed through Gu Yang's eyes.
He knew full well that