When the palm filled with endless thunder struck White Ink, who had only managed a hasty defense, he felt an overwhelming force pierce through his back.
It was a thunderous power not inferior to those of True Persons with a Primordial Spirit.
However, it did not originate from Xu Yuan's own cultivation of spiritual power, but from the Thunder Spiritual Power drifting between heaven and earth within the Imperial City.
Boom!
With that mighty palm carrying enormous power, White Ink's body flew out like a cannonball, blasting a large hole in the wall of the great hall.
Just as Xu Yuan was about to follow up on his advantage, he saw another middle-aged Taoist Priest and True Person with a Nascent Soul sigh and float out from the line-up.
"Xu, hold on, there may be some misunderstanding here, let's talk it through," he said.
"Who are you?"
Xu Yuan started, then without changing his expression, he frowned slightly, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at the other party.