The soul ring around the young man's body suddenly disappeared, and with it came an even more terrifying sense of oppression, a feeling that could not be described in words, like a heavy stone pressed on the mouth of the heart and made people breathless.

As the boy raised his palm, his red and ice-blue eyes burst into light,

"Peerless palms!"

The sound of cold cheers resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a huge golden palm print appeared,

Bang!

The earth shook and the rocks flowed.

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