Chapter 152: The Power of One Palm

  The setting sun was like blood, shining on the city of Mu. Because of the fierce battle just now, the air in the entire city of Mu was filled with a strong bloody smell.

  The four major forces all stopped in their tracks, gazing up at the two figures suspended in mid-air, even their breathing was suppressed to an extreme degree.

  Everyone was extremely curious about the young man in mid-air, wondering if he had an astonishing hidden strength or was just playing with countless lives.

  Standing tall with the wind and dust, hands clasped behind his back, he looked extremely elegant. His demeanor was indeed worthy of a sect leader. However, as a powerful cultivator in the Divine Transformation realm, what he had even more was absolute confidence in his own strength.

  Even the joint attack of the three senior cabinet members of the Mu clan had no effect on him. The Mu Feng in front of him was not even worth mentioning. The gap between the Out-of-Body State and the Divine Ability State was difficult to measure, let alone a mere Form Creation State junior.

  Mou Yuntang and others let out a soft sigh. If Mou Feng really lost, then the Mou clan would be completely finished. Now they were secretly praying, hoping that Mou Feng could create a miracle.

  "Feng Zongzhu, are you ready?" Mu Feng asked in a low voice, but his body retreated hundreds of feet. His heart was trembling slightly, and he didn't have any confidence either, he was also gambling, using the lives of all the people in Mocheng as stakes for a desperate gamble.

  "Come on, I'd like to see what you're relying on to dare speak such arrogant words?" Feng Chen smiled and looked at Mu Feng, he didn't mind Mu Feng's retreat. A distance of 100 meters was just a matter of an instant for him, if Mu Feng dared to escape, he would definitely not let him live past the next breath.

  But Mu Feng didn't escape, his face gradually becoming solemn. His entire body emitted a silver-white glow, and the Xuanling Silver Body Technique was also activated to its third stage. Then, his palms slightly bent, and the fiery Xuan power surged out of his body like a vast ocean. An extremely astonishing Xuan power pressure also emanated from Mu Feng's body at this time.

  That kind of pressure is earth-shattering!

  Everyone who felt that mysterious power's pressure changed their facial expressions.

  Due to the overwhelming degree of this mysterious power's oppression, it seems to have already surpassed the wind and dust in front.

  The mysterious power between heaven and earth seemed to feel the same pressure, like a rolling giant dragon, surrounding Mu Feng. The entire sky seemed to darken in an instant.

  The countless people of Mocheng were all trapped in a state of stupidity, their minds a complete blank, as if they were unable to think.

  That kind of mysterious power had already exceeded their understanding.

  One by one, the blood seams burst forth from Mu Feng's skin. Countless fresh blood seeped out, and in an instant, Mu Feng was dyed through with fresh blood, becoming a bloody person.

  The palm power left to him by Qingfeng Tianzun was too powerful, so his body had to withstand an enormous burden. Fortunately, he has now entered the realm of creation and cultivated the Xuanling Silver Body Technique, a very powerful physical martial art, which can barely mobilize this palm power. Otherwise, he would have already exploded into a bloody mist.

  A massive and violent wave of fluctuations emanated continuously from Mufeng's body, eventually forming a mysterious vortex around him.

  The black hair danced in the wind, the robes fluttering and making a rustling sound. In terms of momentum, it was already not inferior to the wind and dust in front of him.

  Everyone present, including Feng Chen, looked at this scene with a hint of shock in their eyes.

  The mysterious power fluctuations emanating from Mofeng's body have completely overshadowed the opposing Fengchen. With his current display of strength, this one palm strike will surely shock the heavens and shake people's hearts.

  What's going on?

  Mu Han Yu and Mu Han Qing both covered their red lips, staring at the slender figure in mid-air with a look of surprise. Now it seems that the figure is so tall and straight, like a green pine or a willow tree, sheltering from wind and rain.

  Feng Chen's face suddenly sank, and the vast and profound power of Xuanli surged around him, forming a thin barrier. This thin barrier alone might not be broken even if the three great elders of the Mu clan joined forces.

  Mufeng's right palm slowly extended, his entire right arm emitting a series of faint muffled sounds. As these sounds rang out, Mufeng's right arm also continuously burst forth with blood flowers, but the powerful Xuan force fluctuations only grew more terrifying, this terror making people feel that Mufeng would be blown into a cloud of bloody mist by these powerful Xuan force fluctuations.

  But what made Mu Qianlang and others breathe a sigh of relief was that Mu Feng finally withstood the impact brought by this mysterious power fluctuation.

  A dazzling blue light burst out from Mufeng's right palm, gradually forming a huge palm print. The palm print was covered with green wind blades, each of which carried an astonishing aura that made people's scalps numb.

  "Wind sect master, look at your palm!"

  Mo Feng took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. The green palm print was slapped heavily towards the wind and dust.

  "Clear Wind Chant!"

  At the moment of impact, even the space between the two people collapsed, emitting a burst of explosive sounds. Mufeng's right arm directly exploded open, revealing rows of white bones.

  "Good kid, he actually has such a move." The old figure hidden between the mountain peaks around Mocheng exclaimed: "This palm, Fengchen is definitely unable to take it down, even if it's me, I can only flee in the wind. This kid, what kind of background does he have?"

  The wind and dust all over the body, the mysterious power also burst out, constantly pouring into that thin barrier, the whole person also burst out a blood-red color, the figure was also shrouded in a bloody mist, becoming somewhat blurred!

  "Corpse of Blood Evil!" Mu Qianlang said in a condensed voice.

  The crimson aura also emitted a shocking killing intent from the screen, giving off an unyielding feeling.

  A blue palm print, with a blue mysterious power storm, in an astonishing momentum, heavily slapped towards that barrier.

  "Crack!"

  The imagined intense energy impact did not appear, and with a soft sound, in the stunned gaze of everyone, the green palm print was like a knife cutting tofu, shattering the barrier condensed by the wind and dust, and its momentum was even more unstoppable as it went towards the wind and dust.

  "Impossible? How is this possible?" Feng Chen stared at Mu Feng, whose aura was still rapidly increasing, his surprise reaching its peak. This one palm, he had already lost confidence in continuing, because this one palm had already exceeded his understanding. If he insisted on taking this palm, he had a premonition that he would be smashed to pieces by it.

  He could hardly believe that a young boy with such a small build, actually possessed this earth-shaking power. At this moment, all the hairs on his body stood upright, and his face was also filled with shock.

  "Whoosh!"

  Under the gaze of the crowd, a blood-red figure flashed across the sky and suddenly retreated backwards. The green palm print seemed to have spiritual intelligence, enveloping the blood-red figure.

  "It's all over!"

  Looking at the fleeing figure, everyone in Mocheng had a thought flashing through their minds, apparently not expecting that the carefree and elegant Wind Sect Master would now be like a stray dog.

  A dark red figure burst forth with a surge of mysterious energy, setting up layers of energy shields while rapidly retreating backwards. However, all the energy shields were like fragile mud walls that couldn't even slow down the blue palm print's advance.

  However, the final green palm print heavily slapped onto a thousand-meter mountain peak in front, a massive storm swept open, and an area of thousands of meters together with the mountain peak all turned into a cloud of dust.

  "Hmph!"

  In the sky, that blood-red figure, although not hit by Qingfeng's palm print, was still heavily slapped on its back by the remaining force of the palm print, causing it to spew out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  Mo Feng stood in mid-air, ignoring the pain all over his body, staring fixedly at the wolf-like figure with a blood-red shadow in front of him.

  The bloody mist gradually dispersed, and Feng Chen's figure also slowly emerged. Unlike the Sect Master's demeanor earlier, Feng Chen now had disheveled hair, tattered clothes, a pale complexion, and weak breathing, looking as wretched as possible.

  "Kid, I didn't think you still had this kind of power inside you." Feng Chen also understood that Mu Feng's power definitely didn't belong to him, but he couldn't confirm whether the latter could still trigger an attack like before.

  However, everyone saw that he didn't even get a chance to connect the palm strike and was forced to retreat in disarray. It's clear that he lost the bet just now.

  "Feng Zongzhu, you lost!" Mu Feng said calmly with a slight pout.