"Buzzz-"
Where the gust from her finger passed, even the air seemed frozen into a faint trail of vacuum.
Lin Ke's pupils contracted slightly.
Though his Yang Pupil was not fully activated, instinct told him that the threat contained in this finger strike far surpassed Nan Shang's poison arts.
He dared not delay. His right palm shot out like lightning, phantoms of a Dragon-Elephant coiling within it as he met the strike with overwhelming, irresistible power.
"Bang!"
Finger met palm, but there was no earth-shaking crash.
Instead, a muffled sonic boom rang out, as though power had been compressed to its utmost before abruptly exploding.
"Buzzz-"
Immediately afterward, Dragon-Elephant Force collided violently with the extreme cold energy of the Jade Cold-Soul Art, sending a visible ripple of mingled icy blue and pale gold spreading outward.
The impact was so powerful that it shattered and annihilated every trace of frost on the Arena.
Lin Ke swayed slightly, feeling a bone-piercing chill attempt to invade through the meridians in his arm.
But with a thought, the force traveling through him was immediately crushed by his mighty Dragon-Elephant Force.
That single collision made Lin Ke realize that Leng Yue's true strength was definitely above Nan Shang's.
Still, compared with Leng Yue, Lin Ke was far from weak.
His strike had also pushed Leng Yue half a step back, and a trace of surprise even flashed through her eyes.
"What domineering power..."
A spiritual gleam flickered in Leng Yue's eyes, along with a hint of astonishment.
Her finger strike had looked simple, but it actually contained the hidden, chilling force of the Jade Cold-Soul Art.
If an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator took it head-on, even if they escaped injury, the meridians in their arm would inevitably be damaged.
Yet Lin Ke seemed completely unaffected.