Beatdown

Having lost patience, Su Yi could not be bothered to waste words.

He put away his wine jug and Xuan Du Sword, his hands empty as he strode toward the jailer.

Was he planning to fight directly!?

Everyone in the distance stood frozen, nearly dumbfounded.

Even if they cracked their heads open, they never would have imagined that not only had Su Yi not been frightened by that mysterious man of terrifying origins, he could not even be bothered to waste words and was simply going to attack!

He had even put away his sword, assuming a stance as if he meant to fight barehanded!

This was simply overbearing beyond all measure.

Even someone like Fu Qingyun widened his eyes, startled by Su Yi's sudden move.

"Already unable to hold your temper?"

In the distance, the Black Robed Man was also taken aback for a moment. A trace of mockery surfaced in his eyes as he said, "Just because you reign supreme on the path of Spirit Dao, you think you can act lawlessly? All I can say is that you know nothing... nothing at all about true power."

His voice still echoed through the air.

He swept his sleeve.

Boom!

Heaven and earth suddenly shuddered as a swath of dim gray divine radiance emerged, condensing into a palm imprint as large as a millstone that crushed the void flat.

Visible to the naked eye, the aura spreading from that palm imprint was incomparably bizarre. It seemed capable of pulverizing the surrounding void and corroding the Great Dao of heaven and earth, causing space itself to crack and collapse!

"Even Emperors would fear such power. How will you block it?"

The black-robed man asked with great interest.

The amusement in his eyes was exactly like a cat toying with a