"Oh... you still have another trick?"
Flying Centipede raised an eyebrow, looking at the object wrapped in black cloth on Xu Yang's back. "Even if that thing on your back is a High-Grade Spirit Weapon, you still can't kill me.
"Besides... do you think you'll get a chance to draw your saber in front of me?"
With that, Flying Centipede darted toward him, leaving phantom images in the air.
He was even faster than before. In the space of a breath, he closed in on Xu Yang and unleashed a palm strike like towering waves crashing ashore, giving Xu Yang no chance to use the Spirit Weapon on his back.
His palm burst through the air, sending out a visible shock wave. The overbearing gust from his strike cracked the earth within a hundred feet, churning up waves of mud. Boom!
Xu Yang's protective astral energy did not last even a breath before the palm punched through it. Fortunately, it bought him enough time to react, and he crossed his arms before his chest to block the terrifying blow.
Clang!
Their collision produced a deafening metallic crash. Violent sound waves filled an area hundreds of feet across, dispersing all the power of heaven and earth Xu Yang had drawn in through his spirit bone.
Agony shot through his arms. He was hurled backward against his will, his legs plowing a furrow through the ground.
"The Azure Dragon Tyrant Body really is formidable. That palm of mine actually failed to break your arms."
A terrifying gleam shone in Flying Centipede's eyes, his greed growing stronger.
His opponent was only at Fourth Heavenly Origin, yet his flesh was already comparable to a Mid-Grade Spirit Weapon. Even with his overwhelming advantage in cultivation, truly injuring him would take some doing.
Swathed in surging