"BOOM!"
The giant golden hand punched through the air, tearing open white waves of air and even forming a visible shockwave dome.
Lin Jingyu's face paled as he saw this while flying backward. The strike flying toward him felt less like a palm and more like a massive mountain—one that could smash even a body forged of solid iron into a bloody pulp.
He vaguely regretted provoking Xu Yang. He had assumed Xu Yang hadn't comprehended Martial Dao Imagery, yet who would have thought this guy still had a trump card up his sleeve during their clash?
"You're dreaming if you think you can eliminate me! I, Lin Jingyu, am destined to become a disciple of the Celestial Strategy Academy and spread my name across the world!" he roared.
Ignoring his churning Qi-Blood and out-of-control Gang Yuan, he thrust one hand sideways to intercept the golden palm bearing down like Mount Tai, while his other hand punched directly at Xu Yang's chest.
