At this moment, Master Ziming descended from the sky, and the phantom of Siwuya Mountain, accompanied by Master Ziming's palm, fiercely fell towards Ren Feng!
Like Mount Tai pressing down, it intended to directly suppress Ren Feng!
In that instant, Ren Feng suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of insignificance, as if in a boundless wilderness, or like facing a newborn sun in the Origin Ancient Village.
All the surrounding space was sealed, making it unavoidable. Ren Feng looked up at the incoming palm and let out a furious roar.
"Ah!"
His right fist clenched tightly, and as Master Ziming's palm descended, he violently punched upwards, as if meeting the palm with brute force.
The fist and palm clashed, seeming to momentarily halt time, but the next moment, a terrifying wave of energy spread outward, causing Yu Dian and others nearby to spit a mouthful of blood and be thrown off.
Crash!
The plaza beneath Ren Feng's feet emitted the sound of cracking.
