"Catch the palm!!"
Jiang Dali raised his palm to his chest, his eyes flashing with intensity, and suddenly struck out with controlled force. To Xu Ziling, it felt like an overwhelming attack.
He immediately shouted "Lin," raising both hands high, fingers tightly clasped like a budding flower, the ring fingers tilted upward, fingertips touching.
It was clearly the Immovable Root Seal, his entire essence, energy, and spirit condensed into a unified form like towering mountains.
However, at the moment their palms touched, Xu Ziling's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back ten steps or so, crashing into a beam, with two streams of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, his forehead covered in sweat, dizzy and in immense pain.
