Rumble!
Thunder rolled through the air, roaring like surging waves and shaking the entire summit of Wuwang Peak.
Of the many martial artists hurled away by the storm, few had actually died on the spot apart from some unlucky souls who struck rocks, but every one of them was injured, their faces bruised and swollen.
Most were still dizzy and dazed, but some of the experts looked up at the sky with trembling hearts and vacant eyes, their mouths open wide enough to swallow a duck egg.
Xie Lingjun and Nan Guyun were among the few who could still stand firm, yet their eyes were wide too, their faces filled with shock.
All they could hear was the howling air. Amid the hazy sea of clouds before their eyes, five divine pillars holding up the heavens suddenly loomed through the mist, crashing down with the force of countless tons.
It was an enormous palm, seemingly bearing down over the entire firmament. Even from more than a hundred zhang away, Xie Lingjun, Nan Guyun, and the others felt their vision darken as the daylight was blotted out.
Bei Mingzi, Yuan Nutao, Yuwen Xuan, and the other experts directly beneath the palm felt ten times that pressure.
Before the palm arrived, its immense pressure, solid as substance and mighty as a collapsing mountain, had already stifled their breathing. Their blood and qi churned ceaselessly, their bones and sinews cracking as though unable to bear the burden, ready to be crushed at any moment.
Myriad Calamities Daoist!
Bei Mingzi roared inwardly, veins bulging on his forehead. Gone was the composed, assured bearing he had displayed while facing Yuan Nutao.
How could he be so strong?
Bei Mingzi could scarcely believe it.
Yuan Nutao had resented being ranked below him on the Heaven Ranking