BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three consecutive palm strikes. A crimson light already enveloped Zhao Xuanqi's body as Meng Dongtai staggered backward repeatedly. The violent eruption of the final palm sent him flying, smashing straight through the opposite wall and out of the room.
CRASH!!
Unable to bear the load, the entire wall came crashing down. The pavilion's support columns also seemed to have been damaged by the three clashing palm strikes. The structure swayed, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
Harmony masters could be considered heavy artillery on the battlefield. How could a mere pavilion possibly withstand the clash between two such experts?
The pavilion teetered on the brink of collapse, yet Yue Shu, who had fallen inside, seemed utterly oblivious. His gaze was vacant, fixed on Meng Dongtai's figure as it flew into the courtyard behind the building. It was as if he had lost his way completely.
'Zhao Xuanqi... why is he so strong?'
