The air was thick with scorching heat. Yan Zaiyang shielded his forehead and eyes with his hand. The Nine Yang Divine Skill paired with the Great Demon-Subduing Fist was simply too powerful. Only by giving it everything he had and using his secret techniques had he barely managed to withstand Chen Xiaojun's attack.
Even so, the blow drove him back another dozen steps, clearly draining an enormous amount of his strength.
Before the swirling dust and smoke had fully dispersed, Chen Xiaojun's shout suddenly rang in Yan Zaiyang's ears like thunder splitting the sky. "Heart-Shattering Palm!"
The Heart-Shattering Palm was one of the Nine Yin Martial Skills. Though it originated from soft, yin energy, in Chen Xiaojun's hands, it burned as fiercely as the flames of the Nine Yang.
The instant his words fell, a savage force gathered. A gigantic palm imprint more than ten meters tall tore through the drifting smoke with the force to crush peaks and shatter mountains, hurtling toward Yan Zaiyang. In the blink of an eye, it was right before him.
A flicker of terror flashed through Yan Zaiyang's eyes. He felt a pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced.
With his life hanging by a thread, he had no time to unleash a soul skill. He could only hastily cross his fists tightly before his chest, sending his soul power surging wildly to form a solid barrier.
Yet the Heart-Shattering Palm imprint seemed to contain some mysterious power. When it struck the barrier, there was no violent reverberation. Instead, it seeped silently through like flowing water. The palm force pierced the barrier in an instant and struck Yan Zaiyang's body directly.
Agony tore through Yan Zaiyang's meridians. His internal organs felt as though they were being mercilessly churned, and an indescribable pain spread throughout