Although Hong Yi's two bursts of palm force were not yet powerful enough to threaten Dalzha, if the brat kept going, he might truly be able to injure him.
In other words, Hong Yi's palm technique might surpass his Wild Elephant Esoteric Sect Divine Skill. That was absolutely unacceptable.
Hong Yi had already achieved so much at his age that even Dalzha could not imagine the heights he might reach in the future.
One thing was certain, however: never mind when Hong Yi reached his age-even if he were given just a few more years, Dalzha would probably struggle to suppress him.
After all, Hong Yi could already exchange blows with him now, and it would take at least a hundred moves to decide the winner.
For these reasons, Dalzha now felt the urge to kill Hong Yi.
Hong Yi also sensed the change in Dalzha's aura. It was undisguised killing intent.
"You want to kill me?" Hong Yi asked with a smile, seemingly not concerned in the slightest.
"Brat, you're far too arrogant," Dalzha sneered. "I was merely trying my hand just now. This time, I'll let you witness the power of the seventh layer of the Wild Elephant Esoteric Sect Divine Skill."
"I've been waiting a long time!" Hong Yi said.
Dalzha's monk's robes suddenly swelled, and an immense aura surged from his body, forming a whirlwind around him that blew away all the sand and gravel within a ten-foot radius.
"Die!" Dalzha stamped hard against the ground and shot toward Hong Yi.
Hong Yi's expression also turned exceptionally grave as he shouted, "Twenty-First Palm!"
What? Dalzha was somewhat startled. He had not expected a Twenty-First Palm, but he could no longer spare it much thought. Even if there was a twenty-first palm, so what?
With a boom,