The winds roared with terrifying force, swirling currents and thick, churning clouds unleashing razor-sharp blades of air.
Each blade crackled with lethal might, enough to clash with a peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivator and cleave through steel and spirit alike. Yet, in the presence of the golden giant palm, that power was rendered meaningless.
The golden palm pressed downward, immaculate and domineering. The countless wind blades shattered against it with futile fervor, their killing edge dissolving the instant they met the incandescent gold.
With unrelenting force, the palm tore through the massive wind wall overhead, its advance unstoppable. Luke had fortified his defense with everything the wind Dharma Body could muster, yet it was useless before the inheritance technique Ethan wielded.
In a single moment, the golden palm crashed through Luke's protection, striking his wind body with raw power.
