Battle of Dragon Imperial Pass (2)

Long Tianyin's eyes snapped wide open. His right hand drew back from in front of him, his five fingers spread, and he pressed down toward Situ Xuan. The Divine Throne behind him let out a low hum, and blue-gold light surged from the throne, transforming into a colossal palm that descended from the sky and pressed toward Situ Xuan.

Hand of Order.

Situ Xuan's fist collided with that blue-gold palm in midair.

Boom.

A shock wave exploded from the point of impact, shredding the surrounding clouds, sweeping the snow off the mountains, and blowing the knights suspended in the air every which way.

The blue-gold palm trembled violently under Situ Xuan's fist. The runes flashed faster and faster, the light grew dimmer and dimmer, and finally, with a muffled thunderclap, it burst apart.

The Hand of Order had shattered.

Blue-gold fragments sprayed in every direction, turning into countless tiny motes of light that vanished into the air.

Under the immense recoil, Long Tianyin's body retreated several steps, each one stamping a deep pit into the void as cracks spread out in all directions beneath his feet. His right hand was trembling. A thin split had opened at the web between his thumb and forefinger, and blood seeped from it.

A trace of shock flashed through his eyes. His Hand of Order was an ability granted to him by his Divine Throne. It could suppress an opponent's spiritual power, imprison the space around them, and weaken their attacks. Even a tier-nine, level-three powerhouse could not have shattered it so easily.

But Situ Xuan had shattered it, and with his fist at that—a fist of pure flesh, without the slightest spiritual power reinforcing it.

Situ Xuan's body swayed slightly in the air, then steadied. He stood where Long Tianyin had been standing