BOOM!
Zhang Baoqing blasted out a massive fist seal, hurtling toward Xu Yang like a meteor. This was a punch thrown in a desperate bid for survival. It gathered his entire essence, qi, and spirit, consuming more than half of his Gang Yuan.
However, it was of little use. The terrifying fist pressure stripped him of his ability to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, nearly crushing his Martial Dao imagery. The fist seal began to dissipate the moment it was thrown, entirely unable to withstand the terrifying fist pressure permeating the air, and its power plummeted rapidly.
He watched this unfold in despair. The gap between a mediocrity and an absolute genius was even wider than he had imagined. It felt as if the person opposite him was not a Martial Artist of the same realm, but an expert at the Celestial Essence Second Layer.
BANG!
