Boom!!
The moment Jiang Dali struck with his palm, a thunderous noise like a giant boulder rolling by erupted!
Within a two-zhang radius, the space was nearly engulfed by his terrifying palm force, pressing and vacuuming everything, including the Lingjiu Palace's Tianshan Tonglao, who was shrouded in white mist.
She was about to be hit by the palm.
From within the swirling fog, a more delicate and tender jade-like hand suddenly shot out.
Instantly, the two palms collided.
With a bang, the air trembled, Gang Wind swept the ground, the mountains crumbled, and soil and rocks turned into waves. The ground heaved violently, with dust and stones flying about.
"Ugh!!"
Tianshan Tonglao's face dramatically changed within the fog as she grunted in pain. Her hand, lightning-fast, withdrew and transformed, turning her palm into a poised finger and sharply flicking in the center of her palm, colliding with the relentless palm of Jiang Dali in the blink of an eye.
Bang!!
