Chapter 832: The Fall of the Martial God and the Death of the Martial Venerable

Boom! Abbott Ye struck. He used no earth-shattering skills, no terrifying divine powers. Just a simple palm. His palm struck with the force of a mountain, suppressing heaven and earth. Boundless blood and energy surged like raging waves, his five fingers shimmering with brilliant golden light, dazzling beyond compare. A terrifying rumble echoed across the land. With a deafening bang, even the air seemed to tremble, as if it would burst from the overwhelming force. The sword aura vanished, instantly...