A punch flew out.
A high-frequency, ear-piercing shockwave rang through the void, and everything began to warp.
"Flicker!"
In that flash of lightning and spark, cunning glinted in Yi's eyes.
Then, with his back to Xu Xiaoshou, just as his forward lunge had run out of momentum, the old force spent and the new force not yet born, he unexpectedly summoned spiritual essence again and shifted several positions sideways.
"Little fellow..."
Having done all that, Yi turned back with an amused smile.
He was certain that even if his opponent had activated a Saint Avatar and wielded Saint Power, his combat experience was ultimately lacking. After Yi had deliberately exposed such a tiny opening, there was no way the other party could still land this punch squarely on him.
But the instant he turned his head—
That punch from Xu Xiaoshou, which should have missed, was still there like a maggot clinging to bone, infinitely enlarging within his pupils.
"What?!"
The astonishment on Yi's face had only enough time to surface for an instant.
The next second, terrifying force crashed into him.
"Boom—"
A thunderous explosion erupted.
On that aged face Yi had transformed into Elder Sang's, the first thing to be sent flying and shattered was the straw hat atop his head.
Then, under that immense force, his features violently caved toward the back of his skull, his face twisting beyond recognition.
Next, the fragile cervical bones connecting his upper and lower body gave a faint crack as they could no longer bear the burden...
"Crack!"
A head drew an afterimage across the void.
When it reappeared, it was already suspended dozens of zhang away.
At that instant, time slowed.
The headless corpse below, and the young man looking up with a smile—within the memories of Yi's lone flying