"What... what kind of power was that?!"
Xue Binghe stared at the center of the explosion, horror surging through his heart.
He knew that even at his peak, he absolutely could not have taken that strike just now.
Just who was Shen Che?
Was he really a martial artist who had only just advanced to the Innate Realm?
The smoke and dust dispersed.
Two figures reappeared before everyone's eyes.
Shen Che was still standing where he had been, utterly motionless.
Blood Robe Ancestor, however, staggered back seven or eight steps before barely managing to steady himself.
The hand gripping his blade trembled uncontrollably. The web between his thumb and forefinger had split open, blood streaming down it.
The difference in strength was obvious at a glance!
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Blood Robe Ancestor looked at his injured hand and let out an incredulous roar.
His cultivation was at the ninth level of the Core Pill Realm, only one step away from the Golden Core Great Dao.
Looking across the whole of Great Jing, aside from those old monsters hidden away from the world, who would dare claim they could defeat him with certainty?
Yet now, in a single head-on clash, he had lost to an obscure young man!
This completely overturned everything he knew.
"There is nothing impossible about it."
Shen Che's voice was so cold that it carried not a trace of emotion.
"Your strength is too weak."
Those words were like a resounding slap, viciously striking Blood Robe Ancestor across the face.
"Ahhh! Brat, you're courting death!"
Blood Robe Ancestor went completely mad.
He threw back his head and released an inhuman roar. The aura around him began to surge wildly in a strange manner.
It was as if countless insects were writhing beneath his skin.
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