The dilapidated interior chamber was choked with dust, and marks from sabers and swords could be seen everywhere. Obviously, an intense battle had been fought here in times past.

BUZZ!

Yang Qi felt a psychic resonance of some sort and noticed a host of palm prints embedded in the floor, right there in front of him.

From the spider web of cracks that snaked out from each palm print, it was obvious they were the result of palm attacks backed by immense godpower. In fact, they had damaged the depths of the chamber so badly that it seemed like it was hovering on the brink of collapse.

“Hai!” Yang Qi launched his own experimental palm strike right next to one of the palm prints.

However, nothing happened except that his arm tingled painfully.

Shocked, he said, “I can’t believe the stone of this chamber is so tough. It's exponentially stronger than the stone on the outside. Definitely nothing to be taken lightly.”

“You wanted to leave a mark on the chamber floor? Don’t even think about it. Even someone with Terrifying will wouldn’t be able to...