With a single blow—just a single blow—the young man in the golden robe was sent flying by Ye Xiwen's slap like a dead dog.
This was not an ordinary defeat. He had been slapped away outright, defeated in the most humiliating manner possible.
Everyone who had thought they would witness a clash between dragons and tigers was left completely dumbfounded. The gap between them was simply too great. This young man in gold had long been famous; one of the Immortal Light Trio, his name had shaken the Celestial Race.
Though his reputation outside was still somewhat limited, it was only a matter of time before he made a name for himself.
Yet now he had been slapped to the ground like a dead dog. What face would he have left to contend for supremacy in the world?
All his defenses, all his laws, had utterly collapsed. They could not withstand a single blow.
"Ah!" The young man in gold let out a low roar, like an injured beast growling from its throat.
Cracks had appeared across half his body. Ye Xiwen had nearly shattered his fleshly body with that slap in midair.
His screams mingled with furious roars. Just as he tried to rise, a hand clamped around his throat, like someone strangling a rooster by the neck.
A terrifying force spread through his entire body, suppressing all his mana and cultivation. At that moment, he was like an ordinary man, finding it harder and harder to breathe. His face turned an iron-blue shade.
His entire body convulsed, but he could not break Ye Xiwen's seal. His eyes were even rolling back as he was held like a little chick.
A single feeling arose in everyone's hearts: Ye Xiwen was humiliating him—humiliating one of the Immortal Light Trio. They