The thick golden meridians intertwined, resembling a dragon winding around a pillar.
"Wind Sea North Ming Hand."
Bai Xiao thrust his palm forward, causing a great gale, as if a massive storm eye emerged from his hand. A ceaseless terrifying wind blew from within, quickly condensing into a Gale Palm Seal, expanding continuously while it advanced. By the time it slammed into the wall, it was as large as the wall. Fortunately, Bai Xiao didn't exert much strength.
The secret chamber's walls merely trembled slightly, with dust falling off.
No need for rebuilding like before.
Then, Bai Xiao tried the Yuan Kun Palm. Indeed, it had the momentum of a great kun emerging from the abyss, unstoppable as Tai Shan, containing a hint of upward force. Anyone thinking they could counter this palm from above, would likely die miserably, perhaps even being sent dozens of meters into the air.
"Not bad..."
He withdrew all his energy, his gaze calmly directed forward.
Black information appeared.
