The palm wind howled like sharp treasure swords, sweeping towards Ma Chan. Wherever it passed, the air was sliced with a "sizzling" sound, leaving deep palm marks on the ground.
The two instantly clashed into a fierce battle. Shi Feiyang's palm technique was strong and fierce, with every swing bringing up a powerful gale, as if it could level the surrounding mountains and tear everything apart.
His movements were agile, his steps graceful, like a dragon swimming in the sky, fully displaying an elegant demeanor.
Ma Chan's palm technique, on the other hand, was mysterious and unfathomable, with numerous palm shadows making it impossible to defend against.
His figure flickered under Shi Feiyang's palm wind, like a wisp of black smoke, elusive and hard to catch.
Their figures moved swiftly between heaven and earth, intertwining and separating at times. Each collision produced a dull sound, shaking the entire world.
