Huang Xiao stood several dozen zhang from the arena, yet he could still faintly feel the fierce aura emanating from Hong Yi as he stood upon it.
If even Huang Xiao could feel it, Tuoba Xing naturally felt it far more keenly.
He truly deserves to be called the Beggar Gang's most outstanding disciple in centuries. He really cannot be underestimated! Tuoba Xing thought. Yet he felt no fear; instead, his fighting spirit burned all the more fiercely. Across the martial world, only a handful of people were worthy of his regard.
Likewise, the internal power in Tuoba Xing's dantian surged out wildly, coursing through his eight extraordinary meridians. His aura instantly soared as well, and the two auras clashed, neither yielding an inch.
Hong Yi had gathered sufficient momentum. He slowly raised both palms from his waist. Though the movement was not fast, his aura grew stronger with every fraction his palms rose. Of course, anyone sensing it carefully would have realized that it was the aura around his palms that was growing stronger.
"Take this!" Hong Yi suddenly moved his feet and, with a shout, darted toward Tuoba Xing.
When he was still a zhang away from Tuoba Xing, Hong Yi thrust both palms out together. Everyone present stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Is that a Phantom Image?"
"A dragon?"
Quite a few people in the crowd cried out in astonishment.
The palm strike Hong Yi unleashed was no ordinary, untraceable burst of palm force. This force was so powerful that it actually took visible form. Although it was only a barely perceptible phantom, it was still internal force given shape, a level of power that was exceedingly rare.
The strike left the sect leaders and elders watching from the raised platform somewhat petrified. There