The dark gold hammer, wrapped in a terrifying momentum, thunderously descended, lightly colliding with the palm enveloped by the glow.
"Buzz—"
As the two touched, they emitted an indescribable terrifying shockwave.
"Crackle—"
The glow on the surface of the palm holding the dark gold hammer rapidly fragmented, producing a series of violent explosion sounds.
A mass of pitch-black ripples spread out from the collision, causing the void to ripple densely like a water surface.
Amid the shattered glow, a slender, fair palm without a trace of blemish was revealed.
A man's palm.
This palm, with its five fingers supporting the dark gold hammer, suddenly fell downwards.
"Hah!"
Yongduan, with both hands holding the hammer, showed a bright gleam in his eyes, immediately pressing downwards forcefully.
Yet the palm, seemingly pressed down by the hammer, suddenly clenched into a fist, lightly tapping upwards against the hammer's surface.
"Burst."
