chapter 403 The power of divine products

Jonathan gently raised his palms, then slowly pressed them down, his gaze detached and calm. Dustso's eyes were deep, his mind tumultuous. Jonathan's earlier move, as if embracing the sky, seemed effortless and naturally executed, combining both their forces. For a moment, even he was unable to withstand it. "Jonathan, I admit defeat in the art of Taiji Shove," Zhang Ziling proclaimed, holding his dust whisk. His voice was strong and without pretense. As his words fell, the whisk in his hand...