The final battleground of the ancient Water Fire Conflict.
Jiang She arrived in an instant and threw a punch straight at Chen Ping'an's face.
Chen Ping'an did not hasten to draw his sword. Instead of retreating, he advanced, like going to the mountain before shaking the mountain again, and received Jiang She's punch head-on with one hand.
With just one punch thrown and one received, a vortex of time appeared in the sky above them. It was a phenomenon stirred up by the collision between their fist intents and the River of Time.
Within that vortex of time, all manner of strange scenes continued to emerge, one after another without end, displaying the slaughter of ancient battlefields like vivid murals.
After all, it was a punch from an Eleventh Realm Martial Cultivator. Chen Ping'an's body was driven back, retreating again and again. In an instant, he stretched into a green line more than ten miles long before finally coming to a stop. His sleeves billowed ceaselessly, seeming to rumble with muffled thunder. Chen Ping'an flicked his sword in a Sword Flower, golden light flowing over its tip and shining brilliantly.
"Not bad strength. If some high-spirited Martial Cultivator had dared take that punch head-on, he would probably have been reincarnated by now."
Standing where Chen Ping'an had originally been, Jiang She twisted his wrist and shook apart the fist intent. A trace of admiration appeared on his face as he smiled. "Compared to last time on Taiping Mountain, when you took half a punch and fell down pretending to be dead, you've improved quite a bit."
The five portions of martial fortune within his body fought two against three, like an unceasing battlefield. Within Jiang She's Human Body Small World, it was as though three bands of rebels were causing