The Gang Wind howled.
A simple strike from a Detachment Realm expert could easily crush an Acupoint Passage Realm Martial Artist who had opened two or three hundred acupoints.
But clearly, Jiang Shu was not one of them. Half a year had passed, and he no longer needed to fear an injured old Detachment Realm man as he had before.
Without any intention of dodging, Jiang Shu stepped forward to meet him. In the pitch-black night, his palm seemed to flicker with light. The three hundred and sixty-five acupoints in his body instantly pulsed with Primordial Power, converging within it.
He pushed his palm forward casually, clashing with Liang Yuewu's clawing Gang Wind.
"BANG!"
Palm and claw met. Endless energy erupted from the epicenter, and Gang Winds howled over the wide river surface, sending waterspouts spiraling into the air.
"This... how is this possible!"
