Behind Quan Yi, Huo Wu revealed a satisfied smile.
Just now, she had been the one to spread Quan Yi's quiet words throughout the whole arena.
She knew full well Quan Yi's low-key nature, but it would have been far too much of a pity if those words had only been heard by her.
So, in this boastful way, she spread Quan Yi's dazzling brilliance—something he himself dismissed, yet which still shone with exposed sharpness—throughout the whole arena, making him the focus of everyone's attention.
Of course, Quan Yi noticed this too, but he did not stop her.
After all, his wife wanted to see him display his divine might in front of the public. He had no reason not to satisfy her little wish.
A wild, unrestrained smile spilled across the corner of his mouth, revealing a wanton look rarely seen on him in ordinary times.
At the same time, he clenched his right fist tightly, and the Yang Mark on his gauntlet burst forth with dazzling Blazing White Light.
Facing the enormous hammerhead that covered everything overhead, Quan Yi stood motionless. Only when the attack was about to fall before him did he suddenly take a fierce step forward.
The massive arena stage, said to be capable of withstanding a Spirit Saint's attack, had its entire structure shaken violently by that single step.
That terrifying stomp brought with it terrifying recoil force.
This force began at his foot, rapidly running through his entire body and transmitting itself into his right fist.
Anyone who knew what they were looking at would understand just how complete Quan Yi's movement was.
Throughout the entire punching motion, not a single thread of power leaked out. He had completely gathered the strength of his whole body into one.
And that still was not