The look in Qu Yaohui's eyes turned completely icy, all intention of probing gone.
His figure blurred as he lunged forward again, his aura changing abruptly.
He was like an erupting volcano, ferocious and violent!
His palms glowed red-hot like branding irons, his bones and sinews thrumming like muffled thunder. He struck out in a continuous barrage, his palms carrying the force to crush anything in their path.
The wind from his palms howled, producing a deep roar like a landslide or a tsunami!
Pine-Breaking Mountain Hand! Thunderous Sound of Ten Thousand Valleys!
Before his palms even arrived, the violent air pressure was already suffocating Chen Qing.
This was a pure assault of Power, as if it would shatter not just Chen Qing but the very arena beneath his feet!
