Jiang Ping An activated Devouring Power, absorbing the law power lingering in his wound.
Only by absorbing this terrifying energy could his fist regrow.
How could Ye Ming possibly give Jiang Ping An a chance to recover? The golden eye between his brows locked onto Jiang Ping An as he launched another attack.
With only one fist left, Jiang Ping An was clearly suppressed against Ye Ming's two-handed assault.
Ye Ming's attacks grew ever fiercer and more formidable, his Golden Battle Armor rustling softly.
"Did you think this Immortal lost to you back then because you were strong? Wrong! It was because this Immortal was still young at the time!"
"Now, this Immortal has cultivated at Azure Branch Academy for thousands of years and learned countless top-tier immortal arts. What do you still have to defeat this Immortal with?"
Ye Ming's aura was vast and majestic. Every move seemed capable of overturning the heavens and sending stars crashing down, while the storms he stirred appeared able to tear apart the void.
With the enhancement of his special Divine Eye, Ye Ming could easily capture the trajectories of Jiang Ping An's circulating power, attacking and defending in advance.
Of course, the Divine Eye merely played a supporting role. If his own strength were lacking, it would be useless no matter what.
Ye Ming moved with agile grace, his footwork containing profound power. Every step he took came with the trembling hum of space.
"Jiang Ping An is going to lose."
The three Earth Immortals from the Sword Immortal Sect could clearly see the situation on the battlefield.
Jiang Ping An was powerful, and with the aid of multiple Immortal Dao powers, his combat strength was astonishing. But Ye Ming was even stronger.
Order Chains flickered around the many immortal arts Ye