Du Busi's brow twitched. The shield in his palm dented a little further under the pressure of that punch, as though something were slowly forcing it open from within.
At last, one of his feet shifted back by the tiniest fraction, the toe of his boot grinding a shallow mark into the hardened earth.
Then his wrist turned slightly, and the Poison Power Shield in his palm abruptly pushed outward, sending Tang Wulin and the force of his punch flying more than thirty feet away.
Tang Wulin's knees bent when he landed, but he immediately straightened.
His right hand remained clenched. A layer of scorching white light slowly faded from the edges of the golden scales on his fist. That was the recoil effect of Golden Dragon Dominance. When the Poison Power Shield had rebounded his punch, part of the impact had been absorbed by his armor and converted into a warm reflux of blood essence. However, the energy from that reflux was less than he had expected.
While taking the force of the punch, Du Busi's Poison Power Shield had also weakened the transmission efficiency of the recoil.
Du Busi withdrew his hand and lowered his gaze to the pale green glow slowly dispersing from his palm.
His eyes paused for a moment on the faint white mark in his palm before lifting to Tang Wulin.
At last, a serious, appraising look surfaced on that weathered face, roughened year after year by charcoal fires and sunlight. "Now this is interesting. Was that a blood essence soul skill? How many did you activate?"
"The third." Tang Wulin rolled his wrist. The recoil from that punch had mostly been offset by Golden Dragon Dominance, and his right hand felt no discomfort.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and steadied