Ghost Hand's figure shot toward Wen Xiangxin like an arrow released from its bowstring, the speed so swift it made Wen's heart jolt. The scene before his eyes blurred, and suddenly, Ghost Hand was in front of him, a fist glowing with a faint golden light, hammering towards his chest.
"Rod of Buddha's Fury!"
Upon hearing Ghost Hand's explosive shout, Wen Xiangxin once again saw the angry Buddha and the Buddha's Zen Staff, whirling towards him in a golden fury.
This time, the power of the Zen Staff was greater, the pressure heavier, and the momentum more ferocious; it was as though a mountain collapsed upon him, pressing down.
Wen Xiangxin's pupils constricted; he sensed that the power behind Ghost Hand's punch exceeded his limit of endurance.
He simply could not comprehend how a mere Profound Level initial stage Martial Artist could unleash a battle force comparable to that of a Profound Level Perfection Martial Artist.
