Xu Yang's aura soared, his radiance surged, and his spirit bone thundered like ten thousand galloping horses.
Within a hundred yards, all the power of heaven and earth converged on him.
"A Spirit Bone Prodigy?"
The white-robed man was horrified. How had his opponent suddenly turned into a Spirit Bone Prodigy the moment he faced him?
His face turned green. Had he known the man before him was a Spirit Bone Prodigy, he would never have dared fight him at close quarters.
"You're not Huo Xiaochेन! Who are you?"
Shock covered his face as he strode backward, trying to put distance between himself and Xu Yang.
But by the time he thought to retreat, it was already too late.
A fist intent capable of suppressing the Eight Desolations erupted from Xu Yang like a collapsing mountain and a raging tsunami.
The white-robed man felt as though he were suffocating. It was as if an enormous boulder weighed down on him, making his steps heavy and imprisoning the air around him. Boom!
Radiance blazed around Xu Yang's fist. Like a meteor, it punched through the air and smashed forward, unleashing a roar like muffled thunder.
It was the first form of the Primordial Dragon Elephant Fist-Elephant Suppresses the Eight Desolations!
His physical strength, his spirit bone's power, and all the power of heaven and earth erupted together, blasting out like a raging torrent. The dazzling fist radiance resembled a sun. The white-robed man's scalp prickled, and terror nearly tore his soul from his body.
Beneath that terrifying pressure, he could already smell death. He hurriedly held his folding fan across his chest.
Clang!
The dazzling fist slammed into the folding fan, sending sparks flying. The Mid-Grade Spirit Weapon let out a mournful cry as its spirituality scattered and its glow dimmed.