Li Wuji's right palm slowly lifted, and then he fiercely slammed it downward, after which the palm imprint was as massive as a mountain, covering the sky and sun as if divine punishment had descended.
With this single strike from Li Wuji, the entire space violently shook, and the surrounding trees collapsed one after another, raising dust and smoke, obscuring everyone's vision.
"What a powerful palm strike!"
Upon seeing this strike, the surrounding people couldn't help but gasp in shock, secretly thinking that Li Wuji was indeed tremendously powerful; the might of a single move was so oppressive.
Feeling this vast and overwhelming pressure, Ye Ling's expression also turned much graver, acknowledging that Li Wuji's move was indeed formidable, even Ye Ling was somewhat unable to withstand it.
"Hmph!" Ye Ling snorted coldly, a glint of icy cold light flashing in his eyes as the five layers of blade intent burst forth without reservation; behind him, a golden dragon quietly emerged.
