"Bang!"
Earth and stone burst apart as Liu Qingyuan shot forward like lightning, abruptly vanishing from his spot.
Like an arrow loosed from its bow, he struck out with another palm, carrying the momentum of mountains collapsing and the earth splitting.
Tiger Pounce Through the Clouds!
The fierce palm force tore through the air with an ear-piercing roar, stirring visible waves. Ripples spread in widening rings, shattering everything in their path.
Even in death, the tiger's might remained; within the palm, its soul was born. One palm pierced through the clouds, staining the heavens crimson with blood!
This was the core essence of the Tiger Soul Cloud-Piercing Palm. Once unleashed, the strike would not stop until its enemy was dead.
The Martial Dao Phenomenon behind Liu Qingyuan seemed to come alive. Its blazing eyes fixed on Xu Yang as overwhelming pressure descended from afar, like rivers hanging upside down from the heavens.
Before the palm arrived, its immense pressure had already cracked the ground around Xu Yang, driving his legs into the earth.
Rolling waves of heat swept outward. Wisps of smoke rose from the ground as the earth split with a thunderous rumble.
Xu Yang's fighting spirit surged. Blood energy rushed through his body like a tide, Astral Energy churned and roared, and his flesh shone with dazzling golden light as his sinews and bones rumbled without cease.
He drove the Eight Fiends Subduing Dragon Force and the Immovable King Body to their limits, raising his combat strength to its peak.
This time, he did not take the initiative. His legs seemed rooted in the earth, immovable as a mountain. The phantom Ming King behind him swelled, its blinding radiance engulfing Xu Yang's figure.
Facing Liu Qingyuan's massive hand, he fearlessly blasted out a palm.
"Boom!"
A savage aura