"Slash!"
Zhao Yuan spat the word coldly and brought his sword down toward Chen Wen.
Undead Sword Qi swept toward Chen Wen like a setting sun cleaving through a great river.
It sliced through a swath of space, freezing the currents of air until they turned snowy white.
The attack was not only fast, but viciously sharp.
Perfect timing.
I'll use you to test my physical defenses.
Chen Wen stepped forward. His aura surged, and his blood and vitality erupted like a column of smoke.
Under everyone's gaze, he drew back his fist and slammed it into the oncoming strike.
Holy shit... Has he lost his mind?
He's taking Sword Qi head-on with his bare fist!
The spectators were dumbstruck.
Clearly, none of them had expected Chen Wen to answer Zhao Yuan's strike this way.
The commotion also drew the attention of several ranked experts and people from the Mandate Temple.
"You're courting death."
Zhao Yuan froze for a moment, then barked coldly.
He plainly scorned Chen Wen's showy stunt.
If someone could block his sword strike with a bare fist, what did that make him?
What did it make all the cultivation people like him had put in?
Boom!!!
Chen Wen's fist smashed into the descending strike.
Crack! Boom!!!
With a single blow, he shattered the seemingly unstoppable sword strike.
The same punch pulverized the chain of spatial explosions behind it.
How is that possible?!
Zhao Yuan's pupils contracted sharply.
The disdain and indifference in his eyes vanished, replaced by shock.
Even he had been shaken by Chen Wen's punch.
A punch powered by physical strength alone had shattered his sword strike. Anyone could grasp what that meant.
"Holy shit, that's incredible!!!"
The crowd cried out at the sight.
They, too, had been badly startled.
How is this possible...