Lingxiu watched as the robed figure struck with a terrifying power, as if intending to obliterate Xu Yan. Her face turned pale, her eyes filled with panic, as she looked toward her master.
"Master!"
However, her master remained seated with an unperturbed expression, showing no intention of stepping in.
Xu Yan's expression was grim. He thrust his sword forward, its Sword Qi roared like thousands of rivers surging fiercely, clashing against the incoming palm strike.
However, even with the aid of the majestic Sword Intent, his attack seemed insignificant compared to that horrifying palm strike.
The gap in their levels was too great.
The power of the man in the black robe was clearly beyond that of an ordinary Great Grandmaster.
Boom!
Xu Yan then unleashed a palm strike of his own. A golden giant dragon with open eyes and immense aura charged forward.
Descending Dragon Palm!
Boom!