"Yan Kuangtu!"
Master Jiang shouted, his Golden-Backed Great Saber intercepting a blow right before him.
Two Finger Forces struck the saber, instantly causing a metallic tremor and two powerful forces that tore through the air.
With Jiang Dali's arm strength, he even felt his grip on the saber become unsteady in that moment, as if he were fending off two people attacking from two different directions with two different strengths — an extremely odd sensation.
"Hahaha, Master Jiang, you probably never expected to face this situation today! Kill! ——!"
Just then, Zhu Xiawu charged with a great laugh and a roar, both hands striking out.
His hands were twice as thick as those of an ordinary man, and though the moves were unremarkable, they were heavy as iron carvings!
One palm! One fist!
He struck with the chill of a Yin Wind, the Yin God marshaling the forces of Heaven and Earth nearby, amassing the power of the surrounding space.
