That old man's palm strike was terrifying, its Dao power vast and surging. The space above Yang Tianni's head instantly turned into a patch of emptiness.
Feeling the powerful pressure, Yang Tianni curled his lips and threw a punch upward.
"Boom—!"
Fist and palm collided with a strange, muffled thud.
The next instant, the White Robed Old Man who had struck was blasted back a hundred zhang by Yang Tianni's punch.
Meanwhile, Yang Tianni was forced back a thousand zhang by that old man's palm strike, and a long gash split open in the void beneath his feet.
Yang Tianni steadied himself and lowered his head to look at his fist. A faint palm seal lay across its surface, slowly fading away.
The White Robed Old Man stabilized himself. His right palm was numb, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
He had used fifty percent of his strength in that strike.
The Physical Body Strength of the man opposite him was merely at the peak of the Profound Breaking Realm—equivalent to the Physical Body Strength of a Peak Mystic Immortal.
In the Primordial World, such strength would not even qualify one to enter the gates. Yet he had caught the strike—not only caught it, but even caused him to suffer a backlash.
Xi Ming also looked at Yang Tianni with startled suspicion.
Why did this man feel so strange? The power behind that punch just now had clearly far surpassed the limits of a Profound Breaking Realm Martial Cultivator.
"My turn!"
Just as they were filled with doubt, Yang Tianni suddenly shot into the air.
White Gang Qi drenched his entire body as he crashed toward the old man from before like a meteor.
There were no flashy moves, no mysterious laws—just a simple punch: fast, precise, ruthless!