The surging Blood Qi boiled ferociously, its aura stormy as he made his move once again.
"Perhaps Old Taoist has not encountered an opponent like the National Diviner in a long time." Master Sanfeng appeared mild, but his eyes were filled with an imposing demeanor that scorned the world.
Indeed, for many years, he had not encountered a real opponent.
With his feet positioned on the Seven Stars, his steps mysterious, his palms were dancing, True Qi roared, reaching its peak in a flash. His robe sleeves stirring up countless gales, he delivered vigorous palm winds, heading straight for Bharata.
At this moment, both individuals had reached their peak state, without the slightest restraint or probing.
The collision of fists and palms seemed like the meeting of Heaven and Earth, like a volcanic eruption, causing changes in the heavens and earth shaking.
Around the two, the continuous sound of Qi explosions was like thunder, unceasing.
Boom boom boom boom...
