Zhang Xuandao's eyes narrowed. He hurriedly made his move, unleashing the third form of the Soft Palm, "Softness Concealing Strength." Streams of Yin-Yang true qi slowly gathered within his palms as a perfected Yin-Yang intent suddenly erupted.
His palms repeatedly swept through the air, forming vast, rippling waves of force, like a surging abyssal sea that embraced all rivers.
It contained powerful force capable of producing strength from ultimate softness, along with wave after wave of majestic power, directly receiving that ferocious punch!
Bang!
A violent collision rang out. Nie Mo's powerful fist seal was blocked by an extremely soft force, while an incomparably fierce force faintly slammed against his fist.
His punching force froze in midair. Nie Mo sneered, lightly pushing forward with his right fist. An unparalleled force instantly shattered that powerful fierce strength.
He charged at Zhang Xuandao again. Zhang Xuandao's face remained indifferent as he lightly extended his palm, directly blocking Nie Mo's wrist. A soft and yielding force suddenly erupted.
With a light flick, he deflected the terrifying fist seal several feet away. The horrifying punch struck the open ground, erupting in thunderous booms as the earth collapsed and caved in. Its power was utterly terrifying!
Zhang Xuandao's figure flashed, and he slowly landed to the side. He gradually lowered the right palm he had used to block, concealing it behind his back as it trembled slightly.
Although blocking that punch had appeared easy, Nie Mo's incomparably fierce fist force had still numbed him. Both his palms had turned deathly pale; the force behind that blow was tyrannical beyond measure!
Nie Mo seemed to have noticed Zhang Xuandao's condition. With a mocking expression, he charged at Zhang Xuandao again without another word. This time, Nie Mo no longer held back and unleashed his powerful martial