Shen Juelin gave a sharp cry and struck with a palm wreathed in black flames, instantly blocking Xu Yang's fist as it crashed toward him like a landslide and a tidal wave.
Bang!
Fist and palm collided with a thunderous blast. Azure and black light erupted, and the scattering energy engulfed the gorge. The cliffs split with a rumble, sending countless boulders hurtling into the sky.
Shen Juelin shuddered. A force stronger than his own surged toward him, shaking the blood energy throughout his body into disarray. His internal organs reverberated, his blood energy churned like waves, and half his arm went numb. His palm instantly lost all sensation.
"Worthy of being a Spirit Bone Prodigy," he said, unable to hide his shock.
His cultivation was a layer higher than his opponent's, yet he had lost in a contest of strength. Despite only being at fourth heavenly origin, Xu Yang possessed the combat strength of sixth heavenly origin. Crack, crack...
Xu Yang's muscles and bones also rumbled. Dragon-shaped currents of force coiled around him, and his body, seemingly cast from gold, radiated immense strength. His powerful muscles swelled, suppressing all the rebounding force.
Not good!
Suddenly, he discovered that although his punch had driven Shen Juelin back, a streak of black light was following the light of his fist toward his body, burning his astral energy.
The power of his Dragon Elephant Heart Sutra surged violently, yet it failed to shake off that black light.
Like maggots clinging to bone, the black light spread rapidly over him.
"Did you think my Southern Bright Demonfire Palm was so easy to block?"
Shen Juelin sneered as he retreated. The Demon Cult had not earned its name for nothing. Its members were ruthless, and its techniques bizarre. The Southern Bright Demonfire Palm was