"Vigorous Vajra Palm."
Shankou Hongyi executed another of the Shaolin ultimate skills this time, and as he struck out a palm, it immediately turned golden, carrying a thunderous power that exploded the very air. As both palms repeatedly struck, the air currents shooting out from his palms were like arrows, piercing through the air, seemingly threatening to shatter space itself.
With Shankou Hongyi's palm strike, Lu Tianxing felt an impending sense of doom, as if he were about to be obliterated. In his eyes, there was only the enormous golden palm descending upon him, and a strange feeling rose in his heart—a feeling that even if he exerted all his strength, he could not withstand this strike, and that he would undoubtedly be killed.
"Pressure, this is the pressure I wanted. Just a little more, and I can break through."
