C105 (2/2)
”Golden Flood Dragon Sky Splitting Palm!”
Just then, Tang Zhilin suddenly bellowed, his arms slowly spreading out horizontally, as though he was embracing the heaven and earth.
”Buzz!”
Suddenly, the metal attribute spiritual energy started to surge, like boiling water, continuously surging in all directions.
At the same time, waves of tyrannical energy rippled outwards along with the spiritual energy, and instantly gathered on Tang Zhilin's two palms, shining with a piercing golden light.
Immediately after, Tang Zhilin suddenly struck out with both of his palms, causing golden palm images to appear one after another, like golden palm images that covered the entire Ring's sky.
Tens of thousands of palm shadows spread out as a resplendent golden light spread out, forming the image of a dragon serpent. It soared through the air and roared continuously, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.
”This is …”
Seeing such a violent palm attack, Chu Mo was shocked. ”Yellow Rank Martial Skill!”
That's right, it was the Yellow Rank Martial Skill!
Furthermore, Chu Mo had seen this Yellow Rank Martial Skill before!
Not long ago, when the Four Young Master s of Tang Family competed with Chu Mo, they had used this Yellow Rank Martial Skill, and it was truly tyrannical.
However, compared to Tang Zhili, the Martial Skills that Tang Zhilin was currently using was like a different sun. The power of the dragon serpent's palm was multiplied, giving off a heavy pressure that caused people's hearts to tremble.
”Let's go all out!”
Facing such a tyrannical attack from the Martial Skills, Chu Mo suddenly clenched his teeth, the light in his eyes suddenly burst out, and his arms began to tremble violently!
Immediately, along with the vibration of the muscles, waves of great strength exploded from his arm. The layers of sleeves rolled together and collided with each other, emitting a clear sound, much like a large pearl falling on a jade plate.
”Pa Pa Pa …”
No more, no less, ten sounds!
Ten waves of Tyrant Fist, had finally appeared!
Chu Mo clenched both his hands, and gathered the power of Tyrant Fist into his fists. He shook his head slightly, and muttered: ”It's not enough!”
If he did not have enough power, the Spiritual Energy will help!
With a thought, the fire spiritual force on the surface of his body converged onto Chu Mo's palm like flowing water. Fusing together with the power of the Tyrant Fist, he squeezed back and forth in the narrow space at the center of the fist.