Meng Sang struck out with a palm, clashing head-on – his palm seemed like a flying dragon rending the void, with the dragon's roar shaking the heavens!
"Boom!"
The fists and palm met without any fancy tricks, the collision of the two great forces was explosive, creating a fierce wind in the hall, the overflowing energy swept around, shaking the hard floor tiles to pieces, with rocks rolling and shrapnel flying like bullets!
Rumble!
Outside the entire Juyi Hall, the sound was clear and distinct, as if there were sudden thunderclaps exploding from the ground, echoing ceaselessly. The disciples waiting outside were all puzzled and itching to know what was happening. They scratched their heads anxiously, but without orders, they could only wait anxiously outside.
"What?"
Meng Sang's face changed color. At the moment of the collision, he felt that Su Changkong's fist was terribly heavy; it was not like a human being, but rather a ferocious bear, a bear that could trample mountains!