If Feng Zong's speed had already been fast just now, then Ye Xiwen's speed in this punch was even faster. Like lightning, the pressure of his fist arrived before Feng Zong's punch in an instant.
Feng Zong's expression changed at once. His longsword was about to slash across Ye Xiwen's neck, but Ye Xiwen's fist was likewise about to smash into his head.
He did not know whether his sword could lop off Ye Xiwen's head in one strike, but if he took that punch, his head would definitely burst like a watermelon, smashed to bits in an instant.
Damn it, this was a lunatic who wanted to die together!
In that instant, he made his decision.
Whoosh!
Ye Xiwen's punch shot straight through Feng Zong, hitting nothing but a mass of flames. Feng Zong had already appeared more than a thousand meters away.
Shock still lingered on his face. At the final moment, Feng Zong had still lacked the nerve to trade one for one with Ye Xiwen—or rather, he had never believed he needed to trade one for one with Ye Xiwen at all.
What a noble life he was. What was Ye Xiwen supposed to be? What right did he have to trade one for one with him? It simply was not worth it.
His strength steadily surpassed Ye Xiwen's by a level anyway. Taking care of Ye Xiwen was more than easy enough.
Naturally, his attack had also failed to land on Ye Xiwen in the end!
Ye Xiwen said nothing. He merely looked calmly at Feng Zong and sneered. At the crucial moment, Feng Zong truly had been more afraid of death than Ye Xiwen.
The others, especially those below the Celestial Supreme Realm, had not seen what had happened at all. They only felt