Mao Haifeng was terrified. In particular, when he saw the Faxiang of Patriarch Lü, like a newly risen sun, its dazzling golden light nearly blinded him!
What incredibly pure true qi, what terrifying pressure!
This man had actually condensed a Faxiang and resonated with heaven and earth!
Empowered by the Eight Qi, that unremarkable palm strike swept forward like a towering, precipitous mountain, enveloping every direction and leaving nowhere to dodge.
"Dragon Scale Breaks the Sun!"
At this moment of life and death, Mao Haifeng roared and gave it everything he had. The tremendous true qi around his fists seemed to transform into a raging dragon surging from the sea. Accompanied by a howling dragon's roar, it met Cao Jinxing's Pure Yang Palm head-on with peerless force!
Fists met palm. Two powerful streams of internal energy collided in midair, sending blasts of force shooting in every direction.
The tall building beneath their feet could not withstand the impact and exploded!
A thunderous boom rang out.
Immense force carried wood splinters, bricks, and stones blasting outward. Mao Haifeng had actually withstood Cao Jinxing's attack. Just as delight rose in him, Cao Jinxing nodded mildly beneath the Faxiang and said, "Not a bad fist technique. It seems Wang Zhi thinks highly of you."
With that, he doubled his internal energy!
The force of the Pure Yang Palm erupted like a volcano. As the Faxiang thrust out its enormous palm, Mao Haifeng felt two streams of scorching force slam into his fists, as though two fiery blades had been driven beneath his skin and into his bones. He screamed in agony!
In an instant, the bones in both fists shattered and his tendons and meridians snapped. Mao Haifeng flew backward like a sandbag, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. His arms hung limp, unable to