"Make your move!" Ye Qiu impatiently looked at Monk Duren, eager to see to what extent Monk Duren's strength had grown after studying the Shao Family manuscript.
"Here I come!"
Monk Duren wasted no words, gave a low shout, and immediately used his most adept technique, the Eighteen Arhat Palm.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Accompanied by a howling gale, the palm shadows roared out. The moment the power burst forth, the ground around them was directly lifted, chunks of rubble flew into the air and then fell to the ground like a torrential downpour.
In an instant, dust was flying everywhere!
Wherever the palm shadows passed, waves of air formed, like raging tides rolling in all directions, a force to be reckoned with!
"Indeed, your strength has increased significantly!"
Ye Qiu smiled lightly, unfazed by Monk Duren's aggressive attack, standing there like a towering mountain, undisturbed!
He only moved when the palm shadows were about to strike his body!
