Clash of celestial techniques

Ling Han smiled faintly and asked, "Still want to fight?"

"Yes!" Zheng Mo gritted his teeth. He had only broken one right arm, and though this would affect his battle prowess, he did not need to give Ling Han any more handicaps. After drawing out the distance between them, he could use all his techniques; how could it be that he would still be unable to win with that?

"Come!" Ling Han crooked a finger.

"Humph!" Zheng Mo raised his left hand. Weng, a divine light enshrouded him. His face was filled with seriousness, and he suddenly pressed his hand down on Ling Han. "Heavenly Clouds Piercing Mountain Hand!"

Boom!

The giant hand descended, and there were Regulations of great dao entwined around it. It was as if the heavens themselves were raging, and a hand of divine retribution descended, planning to erase everything in this world.