The Martial King's inner Qi surged through him, like riding the storm and thunder, Yang Zhan's palm employed all the prowess of the seventh level of Martial King.
Because Yang Feng was right under Lin Fei's feet, Yang Zhan did not unleash the Martial King's Qi Blade with a large attack range, but even so, the qi on his palm raged like a mighty storm and thunder.
It seemed to possess the power to destroy heaven and earth.
A suffocating pressure enveloped the entire area, causing all the students watching to hold their breath.
Seeing Yang Zhan exerting his full force in an attack, Lin Fei's face remained calm as water, then he leapt over Yang Feng's head.
As Lin Fei flew away from Yang Feng's head, Yang Feng, already overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if exhausted.
Meanwhile, Lin Fei soared like a flying swallow, his silhouette graceful, as he struck out with his palm.
Boom.
In mid-air, Lin Fei and Yang Zhan each struck with a palm.
