The collision between the two was like a comet striking the earth, erupting with a terrifying shockwave that made the entire underground palace shake violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.
"Grandmaster!"
Above the underground palace, watching the fight, Ian Song realized that both combatants had unleashed Grandmaster-level power.
"Boom! Boom!"
Finally, after a long moment, the entire underground palace collapsed with a thunderous crash. Two figures—one black, one gold—burst from the depths, entangled as they shot up into the sky.
"Heavenly Yuan Divine Palm—hand over your life!"
The Zombie Emperor showed impatience, nine dragon shadows rising behind him. He gathered the dragon shadows into his palm and struck at the Black-Robed Man.
"This palm already holds peak Grandmaster power!"
Ian Song judged silently.
"Warm-up's over!"
The Black-Robed Man sneered, sword and body as one, transforming into a streak of blood-red sword light that shot forward.
"Boom! Crack!"
Explosions and impacts rang out together; then, both the palm shadow and sword light vanished, and both figures were blasted backward at the same time.
Suddenly, Ian Song frowned, noticing a large group of armed police heading this way.
These armed police might be fine against ordinary people, but against these two, they'd only be marching to their deaths.
So, he had to end this fight.
With a flash, he appeared above the two combatants and struck out with both palms.
His palm force was silent and invisible, arriving at their heads in an instant.
"Courting death—how dare you ambush me!"
The Zombie Emperor threw a furious punch, while the Black-Robed Man revealed a sly smile and raised his sword to stab: "I've been waiting for you to show yourself!"