Thud!
Suddenly, a terrifying sound erupted, causing the entire void to tremble.
Whoosh!
The wind roared, sweeping up dust and debris.
Indeed.
This terrifying force broke through the barrier, echoing beyond the Ten-mile-long Street, as if an unprecedented earthquake had erupted.
"This..."
The crowd stared ahead with wide eyes.
Clearly.
The power of the two battling exceeded everyone's expectations. It was beyond what ordinary humans could possess, whether it was Ye Qingchen's earlier slash or his current flick of the wrist, he seemed like a deity.
Amidst countless gazes.
The dust gradually settled, revealing the scene. Ye Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back atop the ruins, untouched, his robe free of dust.
Everyone's eyes widened, for Shan Xuantong was nowhere to be seen, only a deep pit before Ye Qingchen, a giant palm imprint, with a mess of shattered flesh and blood inside.
Silence!
The vast Ten-mile-long Street fell into dead silence.
"This..."
