Boom!
The clash of two Saint Kings instantly threw the surrounding heaven and earth into chaos, plunging yin and yang into reversal. Saintly might surged vast and mighty; any stray wisp of wind released would become a hurricane disaster sweeping thousands of miles. Yet now, compressed within this tiny region, every strand of wind seemed capable of carving open space and tearing open black holes.
The owner of the yellow giant hand let out a muffled groan and suffered a heavy loss. The enormous palm trembled, cracks splitting across it like shattered porcelain. Blood flowed from within, only to be absorbed back into the hand.
"Sure enough, I'd long heard that Qishi Mansion had an extraordinary old relic. But how many can you block?"
At that moment, a purple figure appeared in the void. With a raised hand, he sent a palm strike crashing down, purple flames surging along with it. He was a Saint King who had mastered the Fire Dao Fruit.
His attack was swift and decisive, still aimed at Ye Fan. His determination to kill Ye Fan had not changed.
Hum!
The old God King of Qishi Mansion did not say a single word. He raised his other hand, silver divine light soaring from his body, and once again met that palm with a strike of his own. A silver divine stele appeared upon his palm.
Hum.
Another terrifying collision erupted. The silver divine stele came into contact with the purple flames, which burned fiercely with a sizzling sound. Yet they could do nothing to the silver heavenly stele. Their might was gradually suppressed, revealing the palm behind them.
Crack!
The sound of snapping bones and torn tendons rang out. Clearly, the owner of the purple giant hand had also been injured.
"**Hahaha! Since that's the case,