"Thousand Hands Thousand Leaves Palm!"
With Li Jing's soft utterance, beams of light appeared behind him, resembling thousands of hands and eyes.
The noisy crowd had not anticipated that Ye Tian would so brazenly strike against them, disregarding the dignity of the Holy Land. By the time they reacted, it was too late, they could only watch helplessly as they were hit by the fists, lifted off the ground like punching bags.
"Ye Tian!"
"Stop!"
"What on earth are you trying to do?"
Master Bai never expected Ye Tian to suddenly attack. Because of this, his face turned pale, and he unconsciously moved, gliding like a startled swan.
On the ground, countless profound patterns remained, resembling starlight.
Peng!
Peng!
The fists of both men crossed in the air. Everywhere the fists passed, a wild True Qi wind swept through, even the sails of the boat were momentarily inflated.
However, relative to each other, Master Bai was considerably less powerful.
