Chapter 4818 — A Sparring Partner
The Blossom Guardian · Page 3 of 3
In that single instant of contact, Wei Zhao's breath caught. The two raging-fire eight-trigram palms, layered together, were actually pierced clean through by the other's claw, and from the look of it the claw was wholly undamaged—on the contrary, the black qi upon it only grew a few degrees denser, more savage and horrifying than before. (To be continued.)