The power of the palm was simple with only a glow of azure Dao Ripple, but it contained unrivaled power capable of crushing everything in its way.  

Qing Yunyang’s expression morphed indefinitely as he activated all his strength to counterattack. 

To his horror, the strength of the palm was condensed and unshakable like a mighty mountain. He couldn’t withstand its power no matter how he attacked.  

He was forced to retreat!

The entire audience broke into an uproar, and their eyeballs almost popped out their eyes. Qing Yunyang is the high and mighty son of their Azure Turtle Clan, but he can’t even counter a palm strike?

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps. 

Under the roaring and crushing force of the palm, Qing Yunyang’s face reddened with anger and pain. He frantically tried to fight back only to be forced to retreat in the end.

A look of shock washed over his face, morphing into an expression of crazy despair. 

It’s just the power of a palm! Why can’t I destroy it? 

Boom!

Before he could think more about it, the...