As Yan Tianjue and Ye Chenfeng both began to amplify the Soul Force within their bodies, murderous intent surged around them, causing even the temperature of the surrounding area to seemingly plummet abruptly.
Having advanced to the initial stage of Emperor Level, Yan Tianjue felt his confidence swelling. He was convinced that he could not possibly be defeated in today's battle. Perhaps due to his overwhelming emotions, even his roar from within his throat turned hoarse: "Ye Chenfeng, today I will reclaim the pride that belongs to me, Yan Tianjue. I will make you thoroughly understand the gap between us."
"Boom!"
With the final cold word from Yan Tianjue's mouth, his right hand suddenly shone brightly, and waves of formidable Soul Force concentrated onto his palm. In no time, a massive palm imprint solidified in the air. Yan Tianjue slightly pushed forward with his right hand, and this immense palm imprint rapidly hurtled towards Ye Chenfeng.
