With a surge of furious rage, Zhao Long brought his palm down toward the crown of my head. His Foundation Establishment mid-stage strength was laid bare for all to see; if that blow landed squarely, my soul would be shattered on the spot. Cursing my ill fortune internally, I forcibly roused my spiritual energy and threw myself to the side in a desperate dodge.
"Boom!"
Zhao Long's palm missed its mark, instead smashing a massive crater into the ground as gravel flew in all directions. Swept by the gale of his strike, my chest churned violently, a sweet taste rose in my throat, and I spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.
Chapter 36