A terrifying force erupted from his body. Even with Mo Zhengde's physical strength, caught in a situation where he had almost no way to defend himself, he was blasted into a bloody pulp, his flesh nearly collapsing apart.
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by a shrill tearing sound, Mo Zhengde shot through the sky like a cannonball and crashed directly into Ancient Artifact City, smashing an enormous crater into the city walls that had been reinforced by countless arrays.
Everyone fell silent as cicadas in winter, utterly stunned. Such a battle was earth-shaking, yet the exchange itself had been incredibly swift and brief.
It should be said that from beginning to end, Mo Zhengde had been completely suppressed by Ye Xiwen. He had been unable to unleash his abilities at all and was thoroughly beaten down by Ye Xiwen, with no chance of victory whatsoever.
Mo Zhengde had already unleashed all his strength, yet he was still utterly no match for Ye Xiwen.
Just how powerful did one have to be? This was far too terrifying.
"So... so strong!"
Only now did some people finally come to their senses, as though they had only just emerged from the shock of what had happened.
Earlier, Mo Zhengde had easily defeated Tu Su Leng, Monkey, and the others, nearly crushing them without effort and displaying overwhelming strength. Yet before Ye Xiwen, he had instead been subjected to an almost one-sided slaughter. The contrast was simply too dramatic.
But they all knew that Mo Zhengde, who had effortlessly defeated Tu Su Leng, Monkey, and the rest, was no soft persimmon to be squeezed. His combat strength was nearly comparable to one who had attained the Dao. If such strength could be called weak, then what face would they have left?
There could only be one explanation: