Pan Litian's palms shone with a golden light before it quickly turned red like molten iron. He held the tip of Feng Liu's sword tightly between his palms. Their Primal Qis and energies battle it out and buzzed loudly.
The golden gourd bottle continued to parry the incoming energy arrows above their heads as loud crashes rang in their ears.
Pan Litian stomped his feet to stabilize himself. He stopped moving backward as Primal Qi erupted from his body.
Bam!
Feng Liu was pushed backward by the sudden blast of energy. His sword flew into the air. He somersaulted a few times before he landed on his feet again. At this moment, he looked at Pan Litian fearfully. His arms had gone numb from this exchange, and he felt a pain in his chest as his blood essence roiled in his body. As the saying went, 'A starving and emaciated camel is still larger than a horse'.
At the same time, the wine gourd bottle fell into Pan Litian's palm.
Whizz!
