The air currents he stirred up gradually caused his attacks to veer off course.
The Giant Palm formed from his condensed Gang Qi also began to take on a bizarre and unrecognizable shape.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang!
With a roar,
Pitan forcefully seized a slim chance for survival from a desperate situation, his hands like dragons, thrusting out fiercely as his fingertips continuously burst and deflected under the Sword Light.
A series of light clashing sounds erupted.
But suddenly, Pitan's expression changed.
His opponent's Sword Intent suddenly burst forth... he thought this was the opponent's finishing move.
But he hadn't expected that the opponent's free left hand, transforming into a palm, was equally powerful, pressing down with an unstoppable force onto his chest.
"Bang!"
In an instant, everything changed drastically!
The sound of breaking ribs rang out, and Pitan was sent flying backward.
"Damn it!!!"