Just the second move, and the ancient coffin elder was already showing signs of defeat.

Dugu Changkong's face remained indifferent, not even blinking, as if such events were too mundane to stir him.

Within the barrier, a faint golden light flickered in the eyes of Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, their minds replaying the scene of Dugu Changkong's strike repeatedly.@@novelbin@@

The true essence and Dao rhythm of the Eight-Part Dragon Palm were imprinted on their souls.

How much they could comprehend depended on their own fortune.

"The third move, as fierce as a dragon, yet not losing its agility."

Another palm strike was delivered, transforming into a colossal dragon thousands of feet long, charging forward with unstoppable momentum.

"Break!"

The ancient coffin elder's face changed drastically. Ignoring his wounds, he formed seals with his hands, condensing a spear-shaped law force in front of him, which he thrust forward.

The sharp spear and the dragon formed by the palm force were about to collide head-on, a contest of Dao power.

Unexpectedly, the dragon twisted its body, using a flexible force to entangle the spear, avoiding its fiercest attack.

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