What appeared before them was a single hand!
"Hmph!"
Yu Gu snorted. His body took on a golden sheen, as if coated in lacquer, making him resemble a temple's Golden Arhat. He then moved to meet the palm strike.
"CLANG!"
The sound was like a bell tolling in a thousand-year-old temple.
Their strike was not just a clash of surging True Essence, but also a contest of physical bodies and Qi and Blood. As their palms collided, both Chen Che and Yu Gu sank into the ground beneath their feet. The earth caved in, forming a large, bowl-shaped depression.
BANG BANG!
Neither man retreated a single step, exchanging dozens of palm strikes in an instant.
The tremendous noise echoed for dozens of miles through the mountains, sounding like a colossal hammer striking a steel anvil.
Yu Gu slammed a fist into Chen Che's chest.
