Powering up, Gathering Qi, Gang Qi manifests, a giant dragon emerges.
At this moment, Chen Jie's eyes slowly closed as he felt the circulation of Gang Qi within his body. His right arm rose bit by bit, the aura around him changing abruptly. He took a deep breath, the Gang Qi in his body surging like a tide, converging onto his right hand.
Behind him, the Martial Arts dragon condensed by the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms raised its head to the sky and roared in fury, letting out an earth‑shaking bellow.
Roar, roar…
When the dragon finished its roar and Chen Jie's breath had stabilized, he suddenly snapped his eyes open, his gaze like lightning. He swung his arm and struck out with his palm.
[Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms]
[Crossing the River!]
This was the most ferocious palm in the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, its power second only to Kanglong Youhui; a palm of pure domineering might. This palm suddenly blasted toward Master Kong Wen.
