Two palms pierced through the layers of turbulent waves, pushing and shoving so that the Qi Wall burst apart like thick porridge.
One was a Soft Palm that seemed slow but was actually fast and incomparably yin and gentle.
The other was an Iron Palm, that was ferociously unmatched in its ferocity and violence.
The very moment when the two palms met.
The air "popped" like water splashing as it was pressed and sprayed in all directions.
Jiang Dali's body, dazzling like Vajra, shook all over, and sounds as grand and melodious as a dragon's chant and an ancient bell burst forth from his muscles and bones.
It seemed as if his body was a Big Dragon, an Ancient Bell.
Any attack that struck him would dissipate its force from joint to joint.
However, even so, a terrifyingly severe injury appeared above his head.
"-7219!!"
A long blood bar lost nearly a third of its length in the blink of an eye.
