Ye Xiwen clenched his five fingers into a fist. Golden light radiated from it, forming a wave that swept outward. At the critical instant when the ferocious tiger was about to crush his head with its claws, he threw his punch.
Fast!
Fast!
Fast!
Boom! With a tremendous roar, Ye Xiwen's fist pierced through layer upon layer of space and slammed into the ferocious tiger's enormous head.
If the ferocious tiger had already been so fast that no one could see it with their eyes, then Ye Xiwen was several times faster still.
The ferocious tiger actually let out a miserable howl. Its massive body was sent flying by the blow like a cannonball, crashing through numerous mountain peaks before tumbling to the ground.
Everyone's glasses practically exploded in shock. Was that even human?
He had actually punched a ferocious beast flying with his bare hands.
Amid the explosive aftershocks, Ye Xiwen's azure robes fluttered fiercely, making him look like a god of war.
Ye Xiwen's might completely stunned all the nearby onlookers. It was not as though they had never seen someone with an incomparably powerful physical body, but they had truly never seen one this powerful—someone who could send such a savage demon beast flying with a single punch.
Fast and precise, he had sent the ferocious tiger flying with one punch. Such combat power was simply enough to make one tremble with fear.
Yet for those independent cultivators, this also gave them a feeling of their blood boiling. Ye Xiwen's movements were simple and direct, without much flashiness, but they gave them the illusion that their blood was about to boil along with his.
This kind of fist-to-flesh combat was what most easily set one's blood ablaze.
The ferocious tiger that had been blasted away soon pounced