But at this moment, the overwhelming power of the giant palm intensified once again.
The massive palm, formed from condensed maple leaves, grew even more formidable.
Tang Zhong used his Tang Sword to brace against the descending palm, but the sheer strength was too immense.
You could see the Tang Sword trembling violently.
Clutching the Tang Sword tightly, Tang Zhong furrowed his brows.
"Resist? Let me see how you plan to resist!" Yan Chihuo bellowed into laughter.
The enormous hand pressed down on Tang Zhong.
Under its immense force, his feet sank directly into the ground.
Yet Tang Zhong still gripped the Tang Sword with undying resolve.
Onlookers observed the scene, sneering coldly.
"Overestimating himself! Where did he even find the audacity to take on the Martial Supreme?"
"Seeking death!"
Zhang Changgong and Master Kunlun stared at Tang Zhong, their anxiety deepening by the moment.
"What do we do now?"
"Wait... wait for the right moment. Then strike!"
