BOOM!
A deafening explosion ripped through the air. The terrifying aftershock of energy spread wildly in all directions, completely clearing the sky of clouds.
Master Qingxuan felt an irresistible, immense force travel up from his palm, numbing his entire arm. His body swayed in midair from the impact. Then, under the force of the blow, the sleeve of his Daoist robe—woven from the finest Spiritual Silk—shattered inch by inch, disintegrating into a flurry of airborne threads.
Only then did the crowd see clearly what the streak of white light was: a solid steel rod that shimmered from end to end. But at the moment of impact with Master Qingxuan's palm, the front end of the steel rod had been brutally compressed, folding in on itself to form a thick, metal disc.
The power of a single strike was just that terrifying.
Master Qingxuan's face was ashen. He steadied himself, his gaze shooting like lightning toward the source of the white light.
