Just then, Li Wuyai's figure silently vanished. When he reappeared, he had already landed behind Jin Jingwu.
Jin Jingwu realized it too late. Only when Li Wuyai was behind him did he slowly notice, whirling around and thrusting his sword at Li Wuyai. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Li Wuyai had long since made his move, circulating the Northern Darkness Divine Art and unleashing the first form of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, Yang Flame Skyfall. Vast, tyrannical Northern Darkness True Fire gathered in his palm, towering overhead.
A blazing sea of clouds instantly appeared in the sky, illuminating the earth. A massive flaming palm a hundred zhang long slammed forth, its palm force incomparably scorching.
Even the ground caught fire and grew searing hot. Waves of heat rose all around, burning ripples into the void.
A consummate, scorching palm intent suddenly erupted, making the palm force even hotter and more tyrannical as it violently struck toward Jin Jingwu with overwhelming might.
With a bang, Jin Jingwu swung around and stabbed his sword fiercely into Li Wuyai's blazing hundred-zhang palm. He madly poured streams of sharp golden true qi into his sword, desperately holding back the scorching palm.
With a sword strike launched in such haste, Jin Jingwu could not bring out much of its power at all. His longsword was gradually forced into a bend, on the verge of being crushed.
Had he not frantically poured true qi into the sword, he would never have been able to withstand that terrifying palm strike. His situation immediately became extremely dire.
Murong Hua's eyes lit up at the sight. "Perfect timing!"
As soon as he spoke, Murong Hua flashed forward and instantly appeared beside Jin Jingwu. The great halberd in his hand swept fiercely at him.
The force was immense.