Ye Xiwen's blood and vitality surged, condensing into a pillar of blood that shot straight into the heavens. Like a deity, he threw a punch, his momentum sweeping out wildly like a raging tempest.
Qiu Feibai's expression changed drastically, but his reaction was not slow. He reached into the void again and seized an iron sword. As he swung it, endless sword radiance surged forth, raising towering waves as it crashed toward Ye Xiwen's fist.
Boom!
The fist and iron sword collided, and endless divine radiance burst forth. The tremendous sound became a sonic howl that swept out like tidal waves, turning into shockwaves that shattered the void.
Many of the watching experts retreated one after another, not daring to withstand the shockwave head-on.
Crack! Amid that terrifying blast came the piercing sound of breaking bones, especially grating to the ear.
Under that terrifying force, a figure was sent flying backward. He clutched his arm, while the iron sword had shattered inch by inch until only its hilt remained. His arm hung limply at his side, as though it had no bones left.
Qiu Feibai stared at Ye Xiwen in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock. One punch—just one punch—and his arm had been utterly ruined. It was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
With only one punch, his entire arm had been crippled. Cold sweat streamed down his face like rain as searing pain swept through his body, nearly causing him to pass out on the spot. Had he not survived countless life-and-death battles and grown accustomed to all kinds of injuries, that blow alone would have knocked him unconscious.
One punch, merely one punch, had crippled one of his arms. Ye Xiwen was strong—far too strong!
The moment they exchanged blows, the difference between them was clear.