Boom!
The middle-aged man's palm strike surged to its peak, exuding an oppressive force over the surrounding void.
Xu Yang's expression didn't change. He took a step forward, meeting the middle-aged man's fist head-on.
Bang!
A tremendous force surged over. Xu Yang's body trembled, forced three steps back.
"Oh? You actually have some skill—you managed to block my palm." The middle-aged man was taken aback. Even though he hadn't used his full strength, that palm still carried the force of a high-level attack, yet it was so easily blocked.
"That's not all I can do!"
Xu Yang smiled faintly.
"Cut the tricks!"
The middle-aged man's face darkened. His figure flickered, and countless afterimages appeared around the void, forming a ring around Xu Yang, boxing him in completely.
Swoosh!
A spirit mark cut through the air, and within it, the middle-aged man's visage was faintly reflected.
"Kill!"
A harsh shout burst out.
