His Blood Sea Soul-Refining Banner, his natal Magical Artifact that he had refined for centuries, snapped in half midair with a crack. Its spiritual light vanished completely, and it became nothing more than scrap metal.
One punch.
Just one punch.
A late Tribulation Crossing cultivator had been crippled outright, along with his Magical Artifact.
The scene instantly fell into deathly silence.
The two Blood Sect disciples, who had been wearing sinister grins moments ago, now had completely frozen expressions. Their mouths hung wide enough to fit an egg, their eyes filled with utter terror and disbelief.
What had they just seen?
One punch!
One punch had severely wounded their prestigious elder?
Was this really power a late Tribulation Crossing cultivator could possess?
Even the True Lord patriarchs of their sect were probably no more than this!
Chen Yong, standing behind Chen Changqing, was equally dumbstruck, his heart violently shaken.
He had known Chen Changqing was powerful, but witnessing this scene with his own eyes still left him profoundly rattled.
So this was... the strength of the number one on the rankings?
"Y-You... who exactly are you?!"
Blood Wind struggled out of the crater. His hair was disheveled, a large portion of his chest had caved in, and his aura was at its weakest. The way he looked at Chen Changqing was as though he were looking upon an ancient God or Devil.
Chen Changqing withdrew his fist and blew at dust that did not exist before answering unhurriedly.
"Me? Chen Changqing of Shushan."
The moment the name "Chen Changqing" left his lips, the legs of the two Blood Sect disciples went weak, and they nearly dropped to their knees.
Chen Changqing!
That peerless fiend who had killed more than two hundred people on the Heavenly Void Mirror!
How had they