BOOM.
A giant palm descended, obscuring the sun and sky. The immense pressure arrived first, and Ning Jiang felt the air around him solidify, rendering him unable to move even a finger.
The many Martial Artists nearby, though not the direct target of the palm, were still affected by its aura. Terror filled their hearts, threatening to shatter their minds.
This was the power of an Eight-Stars King!
When an Eight-Stars King attacked with full force, the sheer aura of their every move was more than an ordinary person could bear.
But Ning Jiang stood his ground, his expression unchanging.
"Sigh."
A sigh echoed through the air. Suddenly, a massive golden hand appeared in the void. It exuded a sacred and immortal aura as it blocked Bai Wuxue's palm.
"Who?"
Bai Wuxue's gaze was filled with shock and anger.
The other Kings also looked on in astonishment. To block a palm strike from someone of Bai Wuxue's power, the newcomer had to be an Eight-Stars King as well.
