"Bang!"
Silver astral qi spilled in all directions, accompanied by a ringing roar like a hammer striking iron. Those standing nearby felt their eardrums sting, their faces twisting in pain.
Both men shuddered all over. Their muscles and bones crackled again like beans roasting in a pan, and their skin trembled.
The silver astral qi produced by the Three Yin Silver Palace Profound Astral True Art is no weaker than the golden astral qi cultivated through the Golden Astral Skill!
This was Xu Yang's first encounter with the silver astral qi Li Chuyang had cultivated through the Three Yin Silver Palace Profound Astral True Art. He found it condensed and pure, carrying a chill that could freeze blood.
Had his physique not been so powerful and his blood so vigorous, he might have suffered a hidden injury.
Of course, the silver astral qi Li Chuyang cultivated through the Three Yin Silver Palace Profound Astral True Art fell far short of Xu Yang's current astral qi. His golden astral qi had transformed after he mastered the Golden Astral Skill and then cultivated saber intent. It had already surpassed the limits of what the Golden Astral Skill could achieve.
The two forces collided head-on, and Xu Yang remained as immovable as a mountain.
Li Chuyang, however, felt a force stronger than his own surge from Xu Yang's hand, scattering his astral qi. His palm went numb, and his blood energy churned relentlessly.
His long hair flew up. Unable to stop himself, he staggered backward, leaving two footprints roughly an inch deep before he steadied himself.
"You..." A fierce gleam surged in Li Chuyang's eyes. His aura seethed, and his robes snapped in the wind.
He had initiated the attack, yet Xu Yang had driven him back two steps with a single palm