"The Hanging Cloud!"
His fist pounded on the Broad Halberd, and Elder Beiming's fingers curled like hooks, flashing with sharpness. With a slight movement, wind and clouds stirred, and his Fist Strength condensed into a swirling cloud mass. The light from the Broad Halberd flickered relentlessly beneath his palm, yet it could not break free.
"Pulling Mountains and Rivers!"
The Ghost God Honorific channeled power into both hands, stabilized his horse stance, and raised the Broad Halberd high. Then, his entire body flipped upwards. With a mighty roar, the halberd smashed down, as if to overturn rivers and seas.
WHOOSH!
The halberd slipped from the Ghost God Honorific's grasp, streaking forward like an ancient giant python. It shot directly towards Yan Wubing's brow, aimed as if to annihilate his very soul.
