All converged in the center of his palm, forming a small crimson sphere.
His gaze profoundly solemn, he pushed forth the sphere with his palm, challenging its sharpness!
It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, nor that he didn't want to retreat.
Just like just now when Zhuo Dongming had no room to retreat during their fight, the Youquan Sect master now faced Su Mo's Ziyang Divine Palm with no room to retreat either, left with no choice but to make a desperate move!
Buzz!!!
In an instant, Su Mo's Ziyang Divine Palm collided with the blood sphere in the Sect master's palm.
Two fearsomely formidable forces abruptly met, immediately causing ripples to surge around them.
Under the scorching sun, the Youquan Sect master gritted his teeth, countering with all the power he had accumulated over his lifetime.
The blood sphere in his palm even more fiercely shot out streaks of blood-colored whips, rolling and entwining ceaselessly, striking everything around.
"Ah!!!"
