Zheng Ming's expression was calm, but his heart, at this moment, was incredibly solemn. The palm strike he had executed a moment ago was an imitation of Bu Jingyun's Cloud-dispelling Palm.
Although he hadn't attained even a tenth of Xiong Ba's strength, and his understanding of the secrets of the Cloud-dispelling Palm was more like being seven-tenths familiar rather than completely mastered, he still used the Cloud-dispelling Palm technique as he remembered it, combined with the control over essence provided by the Taoist Heart Seed Demon Technique. This makeshift Cloud-dispelling Palm was indeed more powerful than ordinary martial arts skills.
Parting the water with a palm strike was not too difficult a feat for Zheng Ming. What truly increased the pressure on him was the rolling water current.
Riding his horse at a leisurely pace might have seemed carefree, but the combined force of the rushing water reached hundreds of thousands of pounds.
