Wei Tiancheng's pent-up fury and humiliation erupted at that moment, transforming into a blinding yellow-brown spiritual radiance that gathered entirely in his right palm.
The radiance solidified, heavy as a mountain range, carrying a terrifying pressure that seemed capable of crushing everything. With the force of thunder, he slammed it fiercely toward Song Wen's head.
This strike held nothing back. It contained every ounce of Wei Tiancheng's cultivation, fueled by rage.
He was determined to smash this unbearably arrogant "Void Refinement junior," along with his Primordial Spirit, into dust!
Yet faced with this earth-shattering blow, Song Wen seemed to have anticipated it all along.
He neither dodged nor retreated. He abruptly raised his left hand, curling its five fingers into a claw. Dense black corpse qi, so thick it could not disperse, surged and rolled from it as it met Wei Tiancheng's full-force strike.
In the blink of an eye, claw and palm collided!
"Boom—!"
A muffled explosion erupted, and ripples of energy spread wildly outward from the two of them.
Yet the scene Wei Tiancheng had expected—shattered bones and torn flesh—never appeared.
He felt as though his palm had not struck a claw at all, but a spiritual treasure shaped like an iron hook: sharp and utterly indestructible.
The yellow-brown spiritual radiance around his palm shattered instantly.
That iron hook pierced directly through his palm.
His entire right hand and forearm exploded in an instant, then were ground into a blood mist by the violent impact of energy, sweeping in every direction.
Wei Tiancheng could no longer steady himself. He staggered back more than ten feet, crashing into Wei Wuren behind him before finally stopping.
"Your cultivation?"
Wei Tiancheng stared at Song Wen in utter disbelief.
The aura erupting from the other man was no longer that of a