Azure Pheasant Old Saint threw a punch, like the first violent gust of wind between heaven and earth, sweeping away everything and seeking to utterly destroy all beneath the heavens as it engulfed Ye Xiwen.
"Humph, your fist technique is still far from mastered!"
Ye Xiwen shouted, curling his five fingers into a fist as golden fist-force spilled from his knuckles.
"Human Path Fist!"
With one punch, he instantly blasted forth an incomparably enormous world. Even the firmament was obscured beneath that world, which suppressed everything. At this moment, its terrifying power of the world was brought to bear in full.
"What kind of martial art is that?" Everyone was stunned as they stared at Ye Xiwen, unable to understand what sort of fist technique had produced that world in the void. It was a fist technique that surpassed the limits of their comprehension, far exceeding everything they had learned and known.
In all their understanding, there had never been such a formidable fist technique, one that could actually manifest a world. Compared with it, everything they had learned before was pathetically weak.
They simply did not exist on the same level.
They had originally believed that he would be unable to block Azure Pheasant Old Saint's deadly punch. Who could have expected him to possess such a method?
The violent storm Azure Pheasant Old Saint had unleashed was suppressed and shattered inch by inch in an instant. He was completely crushed in every aspect—whether in cultivation, the grade of his martial arts, or his comprehension of fist techniques, he was far inferior to Ye Xiwen.
Although Ye Xiwen had cultivated for less than several hundred years, with the Mysterious Space, his cultivation insights ran even deeper than those of old monsters who had cultivated for tens of thousands of