BANG!
Earth and stone shattered as Liu Qingyuan shot out, his body abruptly vanishing from its spot.
Like an arrow loosed from its bow, he shot forward with the force of a landslide and unleashed another palm strike.
Tiger Pounce Through the Clouds!
The ferocious Palm Force ripped through the air, creating an ear-splitting sound and visible ripples. These waves spread out in concentric circles, shattering everything in their path.
A tiger's might lingers even in death, its soul born anew in the palm. A single palm pierces the clouds, staining the heavens red with blood!
This was the core essence of the Tiger Soul Cloud-Piercing Palm; once unleashed, it would not rest until its foe was dead.
The Martial Dao Imagery behind Liu Qingyuan seemed to come alive, its scorching gaze locking onto Xu Yang. A tyrannical pressure descended from across the distance, like a river hanging inverted in the sky.
