Watching her Immortal Needle get blown apart by a single slap, Yang Jinyu's heart roiled with towering waves.
That was an Immortal Artifact! Just how powerful was Ye Ming's physique?
Like an emperor reigning over all under heaven, Ye Ming was adorned by Immortal Runes that filled the sky, making him seem like the sole being between heaven and earth.
His gaze blazed like torches, deep and bright, fixed directly on Yang Jinyu as he slowly spoke. "You possess remarkable talent. If you become my personal maid, it will be the supreme honor of your life. Submit to me now, and you shall receive boundless glory."
Yang Jinyu formed hand seals with both hands, once again activating a secret Mental Power art to attack. "If you were from another force, perhaps I would agree. But our factions are enemies."
Ye Ming gave Yang Jinyu no chance to activate her technique. Like a peerless divine sword, he charged at her to kill.
The secret art Yang Jinyu unleashed struck Ye Ming, yet it had no effect on him whatsoever. His body was incomparably hard, seemingly forged from an Immortal Soldier.
Soul-type Immortals feared close combat the most. Such Immortals had exceptionally fragile Immortal Bodies, and the consequences of being approached were extremely severe.
Ye Ming threw a punch. His immense power stirred the void into chaos, creating terrifying fist winds that engulfed Yang Jinyu.
Yang Jinyu did not even have a chance to flee before she was instantly shredded apart.
"My Northern Wilderness Immortal Sect concedes!"
The Northern Wilderness Immortal Sect's sect master hastily spoke up in fright. Although Yang Jinyu could have continued holding on, there was no meaning in such persistence. She would still lose.
Defeat was not shameful. But if Yang Jinyu fell, it would be an immense