Fan Duan struck with a palm, the wind from it wrapped in dense true qi.
The palm wind howled, its force drawn tightly inward.
It looked like a light, fluttering palm strike, yet it carried a heart-palpitating danger.
Fan Duan's Soft Bone Cotton Palm appeared soft and powerless on the surface, but it concealed murderous intent. Once struck, its force would surge into the body like a tide, shaking the five viscera and six bowels.
That was why those people had seemed uninjured on the surface, while in truth they had hurt so badly they wanted to die.
So much so that they shed little pearls.
Facing Fan Duan's attack, Mu Yang did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.
His right hand reached to his waist, five fingers gripping the hilt of the Black Gold Four-Edged Mace.
"Clang—!!"
The Black Gold Four-Edged Mace abruptly left its sheath.
The colossal force of ninety thousand jin in one arm was poured into the mace without reservation.
Thirty-Six Mace Techniques—Dragon Emerging from the Sea!!
The mace shot forth like a dragon, its momentum like rushing thunder.
A piercing sonic boom erupted through the air, and visible shockwaves exploded around the mace.
Fan Duan's pupils suddenly contracted as a powerful sense of unease surged into his heart.
Almost by instinctive judgment of danger, he immediately mobilized all the true qi remaining in his body, sending it flooding into his right arm like water bursting through a collapsed dam.
Layer upon layer, it shielded the surface of his arm.
At the same time, he secretly circulated the Condensing Qi Realm body-tempering martial art he had cultivated alongside his main path for many years, the Refined Gold Iron Bone Art.
A metallic gleam flickered over his arm. His skin instantly tightened, and his flesh