Hen Mo struck Ling Gong with a palm. A palm strike from a battle sovereign was no trivial matter. The blow hit Ling Gong, pulverizing her internal organs. Hen Mo showed no mercy.
Watching Ling Gong's body fall, he was about to finish off Dai Ao when another spear thrust at him from behind. Hen Mo stared at Ling Gong in surprise. "You?"
Ling Gong's spear shifted, and at the same time, a Celestial Palace appeared. The flawless white jade palace rang an ancient bell, hoping to suppress the battle sovereign. But she had underestimated him. A battle sovereign formed from an invincible aura could not be suppressed by talent. The Celestial Palace shattered outright.
Ling Gong was shaken. This man's cultivation surpassed hers, and his strength exceeded hers as well.
Hen Mo's battle sovereign stood as firm as Mount Tai, unaffected by Ling Gong's interference. "A clone battle technique? Interesting." As he spoke, he clenched his right fist and punched. Beneath the battle sovereign, he was unmatched.
A figure darted past Ling Gong, Nine-Pattern Battle Qi engraved across his body. He raised a palm to meet Hen Mo's. "Quenching Heart Palm!"
With a bang, the figure flew backward even faster than he had come. His right arm shattered, and he hit the ground, skidding a long way. Though he was defeated in an instant, he had given Ling Gong an opening. Her spearhead pierced Hen Mo's shoulder, drawing streaks of blood.
Hen Mo paid no mind to his wounded shoulder. Instead, he looked toward the person lying on the ground in the distance. "To survive a punch from me, you're quite impressive."
The person on the ground was none other than Cai Jianqiang. He had also joined the Dao Child competition. He was barely over a hundred years old,