"Let's see how long you can hold up?" Yang Xuanfeng's voice rang out, cold, overpowering, and filled with absolute confidence.
Boom!!!
The gilded hand emitted a radiant light, its momentum escalating once again.
Meng Langtian couldn't withstand the pressure and let out a bellow. His strength depleted, he was severely pressed under the golden hand.
The entire square violently shook as the golden palm descended. Many were alarmed, wondering if the golden palm would shatter the entire square.
Cheers rose from the Qian Country, while worry was written on the faces of those from the Meng Kingdom.
"Impressive indeed!" From Yun Country, Zhao Shenji spoke in a low tone, a hint of fear on his face.
Chen Wu nodded, also finding Yang Xuanfeng quite formidable, a formidable opponent to handle.
Liu Wuyin's eyebrows furrowed slightly. As a Loose Cultivator, she had a keen intuition for strong fighters. To her, Yang Xuanfeng's strength gave off an awe-inspiring demeanor of invincibility.
