Under that single palm strike, what spread was a chilling "darkness". As the Dharma intertwined, Ji Jingqiu felt as if he was in the center of a vortex, unable to extricate himself.
Is this person who has such formidable strength a member of the Four Gods Church?
Ji Jingqiu's thoughts stirred, and he raised his hand to form a fist. His punch was extremely slow, as if being engulfed by rolling turbid waves, beyond his control, yet it struck first despite being later.
When fist and palm met, a sudden explosive collision of Qi Force burst forth, spilling outward, sharper than a blade's edge, slicing through the surrounding environment and leaving several feet of marks on the walls.
Ji Jingqiu merged into every inch of his muscles; the dawn light transformed into a halo that enveloped him, offsetting some of the force.
His body remained seated, unmoving, his expression usual, his eyes deeply gazing at the attacker.
