The Shock of Many Great Saints

The terrifying strength of the Great Saint Late Stage was displayed in full at this moment. Su Zhenfei's terror—or rather, Heaven's Punishment's terror—made people tremble. Compared to him, many Great Saint Late Stage martial artists were no better than trash. Even within the same realm, the gap could be as vast as heaven and earth.

These members of Heaven's Punishment had all been trained by the Law Enforcement Hall through special methods. They hovered between life and death every day. No one knew how many resources had been poured into him, nor how many enemies he had killed before he became a Squad Leader in Heaven's Punishment. His strength was formidable enough to reign supreme among those of the same level.

Ordinary Great Saint Late Stage experts would be killed by him in fewer than ten moves.

Now, all that terrifying power bore down upon Ye Xiwen. Duan An Yi stood to one side with a faint sneer on his face, watching Ye Xiwen as though he were about to be crushed into fragments. He had no intention of intervening. Ye Xiwen would be crushed to death anyway, so there was no need for him to act.

The moment Ye Xiwen saw Su Zhenfei strike, he knew that Su Zhenfei had come to kill him. A terrifying cyclone erupted from Ye Xiwen's body in direct confrontation, shooting into the sky without yielding a single inch.

The auras of both sides collided fiercely in midair, yet neither gained the upper hand.

Su Zhenfei was immediately startled. At first, he had not thought much of Ye Xiwen. He was merely a sharp-tongued Half-step Great Saint. But before true strength, wagging one's tongue was the stupidest thing one could do.

He intended to use Ye Xiwen's death to wash away the humiliation Ye