Yan Wuji's expression was grave as he thrust out both palms.
His left hand was as black as ink, his right as red as a bloody flame. Two completely different Palm Seals shot through the air, meeting the attacks from Hui Ming and Liu Meiniang.
"BOOM—!!!"
Three Grandmaster-Level forces collided, erupting with an earth-shattering roar.
The shockwave spread out in all directions like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, the green flagstones on the ground shattered inch by inch, a whole layer scraped clean off.
Shards of stone shot out and dust filled the air. The surrounding lanterns flickered violently in the blast, nearly extinguished.
At the edge of the square, the experts of the Seven Sects and the members of the Tiejiang Gang all retreated, avoiding the terrifying shockwave.
"Urgh—"
Yan Wuji let out a muffled grunt and retreated several steps. Each step left a deep footprint in the shattered flagstone.
