Ye Qingchen's finger seemed nonchalant, but to the crowd, it was incredibly mysterious, like the sudden awakening of insects in the solar term Jingzhe, jolting a person from their slumber!
Li Yidao's swift slash swept across like a three-zhang cloth, with dazzling brilliance, posing like a deity blocking a god, a Buddha exterminating a Buddha.
However.
Under Ye Qingchen's finger, it shattered with a thunderous crash.
"Boom!"
A massive voice echoed.
In the unbelievable gaze of the crowd, Ye Qingchen's finger tore through the blade's glow and directly pointed at Li Yidao's blade edge.
His right hand, delicate and fair like it was sculpted from white jade, seemed soft but made Li Yidao's blade halt, unable to drop an inch further.
Furthermore.
A shattering sound echoed.
