At Zheng Chepao's words, he directly struck at Sikong Jing with his palm. "Go die!"
Though Zheng Chepao was startled that several team members had been instantly killed, with Yang Yi—the monstrously powerful non-battle-body—there, he was not overwhelmingly shocked. Besides, there was no way he could lose to a mere First Reverse Soul Realm cultivator.
Watching Zheng Chepao's cannon-fire-like palm hurtle toward him again, a sharp glint flashed through Sikong Jing's eyes. He answered with a palm strike of his own!
"Beast Skill, Cloud-Gathering Palm!"
The mountain-toppling, sea-overturning palm strike slammed viciously into Zheng Chepao. As their palms met, violent waves of true energy swept outward in all directions—toward Jiang Wanyou and the children behind them as well...
But at that moment, Sikong Jing shouted again, "Disperse!"
He split his focus in two. True energy seemed to condense behind him, violently blasting the aftershock apart.
This was still the powerful control over true energy granted by the fusion of spirit and martial arts. Yet his eyes remained fixed on Zheng Chepao before him.
The latter's eyes bulged wide. Zheng Chepao discovered that his War Martial Realm Fourth Level true energy, combined with the attribute power of his Second Grade battle body, could not break through Sikong Jing's palm force. Then, he felt the backlash...
"Wah!"
With a strange cry, Zheng Chepao was sent flying backward. He staggered back three steps before finally stopping.
He raised his head and stared at Sikong Jing in disbelief. Was this man truly a non-battle-body? Was he really only at the First Reverse Soul Realm?
When Yang Yi had first risen to prominence, he did not seem to have been this strong.
At that moment, Sikong Jing slowly withdrew his Cloud-Gathering Palm, then gripped his sword and said coldly, "So the vice-captain of the Martial