Zhuge Cang secretly praised and lifted his hand to send out a palm, perfectly blocking the strike Qin Yanyang had aimed directly at his face.
Their palms met, and the two separated as soon as they touched.
Qin Yanyang came swiftly and retreated even faster, flying straight out.
Zhuge Cang let out a light sigh and his body also floated back seven or eight meters before he landed, looking up at Qin Yanyang and saying, "At such a young age, you possess such power?"
In that last move, although Zhuge Cang seemed casual, he had in fact imbued his palm with eighty percent of his power, intending to suppress Qin Yanyang in one move to intimidate those present.
But he hadn't expected that Qin Yanyang's palm, though gentle and soft, contained both softness and rigidity, domineering and robust, actually matching him in strength.
"You're not Chu Ling, who exactly are you?" Qin Yanyang was equally shocked within.
