Meng Xiang had no expression on his face as he struck out with his own palm.
The Tao Rune formed, carrying overwhelming Divine Power, and pressed down forcefully.
His first strike was with full force, Meng Xiang held nothing back.
Yue Du gave a faint smile, and in the next moment, he exploded with astonishing power, his hand slashing through the air like a heavenly blade.
Their palms collided, a burst of blood erupted, and Meng Xiang was flung away, his body covered in blood, nearly burst by the first hit.
"So weak,"
Yue Du lamented as he stood still, a hint of mockery in his demeanor.
Meng Xiang coughed up blood in big mouthfuls, coldly staring at Yue Du. Being the strongest among the younger generation, the oldest of them all, he couldn't even withstand a single move from a peer, which was a tremendous shock to him.
His eyes reddened, and he erupted with overwhelming aura, wanting to make a move again.
"Stop,"
Dean Mo spoke, immediately causing Meng Xiang to shudder.
