Zhao Letian did not expect that his full-strength strike would only result in a draw with Shentu Yuanbao, and he was quite dissatisfied. After all, his current strength had increased significantly since the Sect Martial competition, and had it been Yan Peng on the receiving end of that sword swing, he would have undoubtedly been blasted to smithereens.
"War King Fist, break!"
Seeing Zhao Letian's Demon Suppression Seal incoming, Shentu Yuanbao was suddenly greatly alarmed and hurriedly raised his fist to meet it. He could sense the formidable power of Zhao Letian's palm strike and dared not take it lightly, immediately deploying the Martial Technique he learned from the War King City military.
"Boom!"
The Demon Suppression Seal instantly crushed Shentu Yuanbao's Fist Seal, sending him flying backward vomiting blood.
"This is impossible!"
"How can the War King Fist created personally by Lord War King be inferior to that mere Palm Seal?"
