Tuoba Yu's sudden attack startled everyone present. They hurriedly cleared out of the way, lest they get caught in the crossfire.
The head of the Murong Clan chuckled. "That old rascal Tuoba Yu still has quite a temper. So many years have passed, and he's still the same."
Among these Northwest tribes, the Tuoba Clan had not always been in decline. At the height of his powers, Tuoba Yu had been a formidable fighter.
It was just that his martial path was too extreme, and he was no good at teaching disciples. So even though he was a Yang Spirit Realm expert, he had never qualified to become an instructor at the Great Snow Mountain.
And as Tuoba Yu grew older, the Tuoba Clan had no one to carry on its legacy. That was why the clan had fallen into decline.
Everyone watched Tuoba Yu intently, eager to see how much strength remained in this Yang Spirit Realm expert, who had not fought in over a decade.
Yet Tuoba Yu's attack hardly looked like it came from a man who was old and whose vitality was fading.
His fist still carried astonishing force. As it came crashing down, its momentum seemed to bring the heavens tumbling with it, tearing through the void. Boundless astral energy thundered, and it was as if Tuoba Yu's fist was the only thing left in all heaven and earth!
Each of these Northwest Alien Tribes had been around for tens of thousands of years, and the martial arts they practiced were powerful techniques passed down from ancient times. They might be obscure and difficult to understand, but there was no questioning their might.
The technique practiced by the Tuoba Clan was an exceptionally extreme one, known as the True Self Dao Canon.
It bore traces