He... Was Stronger Than Three Years Ago

Smack! A resounding slap rang out. Though it was not loud, it strangely spread throughout the entire city.

Along with that resounding slap, the Immortal Kingdom shattered completely in an instant. That vast and magnificent spectacle collapsed at once, turning into specks of light and vanishing beyond the heavens.

Liu Jingyuan screamed miserably. One side of his face had swollen beyond recognition, and half the teeth in his mouth had been smashed apart. He looked utterly wretched.

His face was filled with disbelief. He had never imagined this outcome. His Feather Transformation Divine Fist, the art he had been so proud of, had been effortlessly broken by Ye Xiwen. With what was practically a single slap, Ye Xiwen had shattered his Immortal Kingdom and crushed his fist intent. What terrifying strength was this?

He had wanted to humiliate Ye Xiwen, to give him a slap, only to be slapped so hard by Ye Xiwen in return that he could not tell east from west. His entire skull had nearly been smashed to pieces.

To him, this result was an unprecedented humiliation, a humiliation as great as the heavens. As the peerless prodigy of the Feather Transformation Church, when had he ever suffered such disgrace? He had always used such methods to humiliate others. Never had he imagined that one day, such humiliation would befall him.

And at the hands of a native from the True Martial Realm, someone he had never regarded highly.

"Native?" Ye Xiwen grinned, the corners of his mouth carrying a trace of disdain, as if he were mocking Liu Jingyuan's overestimation of himself. If this had happened earlier, such an expression would likely have drawn ridicule from the Feather Transformation Church experts. But now, everyone felt it was only natural. With such strength, he was absolutely