"Boom—"
Just as Fang Ao's attack was about to land on Moon Two and Yang One, a palm blocked it, erupting a deafening sound in the starry sky.
"What?"
Fang Ao vibrated when witnessing the scene, his face full of disbelief.
The palm was unscathed.
A single palm managed to block his attack?
His attack was incredibly powerful, almost draining his potential, and he was confident it could significantly injure even a martial artist in the Mid Term Realm.
However, this palm managed to block his attack!
Most importantly, where did this hand come from?
Following the path of the palm, Fang Ao looked up to see a new red-clad man in the starry sky.
Seeing this young man, Fang Ao felt a sudden shock of dread.
Because the martial artist in the Mid Term Realm also wore red, this newcomer in a similar red outfit and appearance was probably just as powerful since he could block his long-planned attack with just one palm.
"Buzz—"
