The obstruction was shattered, and the Big Palm Print continued its descent unabated, pressing down toward Shi Feng.
At this moment, Shi Feng finally made his move.
Employing his movement technique, he stomped on the ground with his right foot. This time, instead of being blown backward, Shi Feng shot forward like a cannonball toward the Handprint. The tremulous, ghostly white sword in his hand thrust at the palm of the Handprint, which had been previously attacked by Earth Stab and Dark Evil.
"Boom!" The sky thundered as if a storm had broken out.
Shi Feng's actions had caused quite a stir, and many villagers of Xiuling Village had already taken notice.
"What... What is that?" A young man who had just returned from the fields looked up, dazed, at the enormous Handprint in the sky nearby. Feeling the oppressive power of the Handprint, he felt as insignificant as an ant, completely powerless.
