Boom!

A heaven-shaking blast rang through the skies as Huang Xiaolong’s fist slammed into Chan Yuli’s palm. 

“He stopped it!” The members of the Flying Heaven Race cried out when they saw that Huang Xiaolong had stopped Chan Yuli’s strike. They seemed to have caught sight of the light at the end of the tunnel as hope ignited in their hearts.

Luckily for them, Huang Xiaolong didn’t stop there. Instead, his fist pierced through Chan Yuli’s giant palm and continued moving towards the man himself.

Bang!

The energy that Chan Yuli had gathered to form his giant palm scattered like dust in the wind.

Members of the Flying Heaven Race felt their jaws dropping in fright when they observed what happened.

That strike from Chan Yuli had contained the power of a First Resurrection Primal Ancestor, but it was slapped away by a punch from a Third Heaven True Saint!

It was a scene...