An airborne palm strike, exerting a force of a thousand pounds, capable of shattering stone and metal.
Ye Xuan's expression tensed, a chill ran up his spine, fear reached its peak, and he swung his blade horizontally.
Only to hear the sound of metals clashing, "clang", resounding and deafening, making one's heart shudder.
"Shaolin's Great Vajra Palm!"
Ye Xuan exclaimed in surprise.
He was struck back several meters by the opponent's palm, his footing unstable, his legs faintly trembling.
Being able to refine palm force to such an extent, it could only be the Great Vajra Palm of Shaolin.
Ye Xuan's face was cold, his gaze glaring forward, in the vast night, one couldn't see fingers extended.
Only to hear a voice arise.
"Master Ye, remarkable skills."
Kong Yuan clasped his hands together, humbly smiled, and said gently.
"It's rumored that Kunlun Shaolin are famous prestigious clans, shouldn't indulge in acts of sneak attacks."
Ye Xuan let out a few cold laughs, reprimanding.
