Yielding

"I never expected the Poet Immortal, Word Sage to wield such divine power!"

"Truly, a capable person can do anything! Great Yue has gained another peerless prodigy!"

"That punch must have exceeded a hundred thousand jin of force. Is there any secret technique in the world today that can deliver such power?"

"..."

The whole assembly erupted in shouts, their cries of astonishment like thunder.

Jiuru's heart pounded like a drum, while the Ghost Master sat on pins and needles. Until Xu Yi displayed some extraordinary ability, the man and the ghost had both felt as if a hundred claws were scratching at their hearts.

Now, both of them shared the same thought: How could the world give rise to such a monster—and have him become my enemy of all people?

At the eye of the storm, Ji Lie was the most horrified. Compared with everyone else, he was well-versed in Kuiyuan Strength, so his understanding of immense force was far more vivid and precise.

Back when Xu Yi was still thirty zhang away, the strength of the sonic boom had already shown that his punch had reached a hundred thousand jin. With every step Xu Yi took, the force surged higher and higher.

By now, he had amassed more than a hundred and thirty thousand jin of force, and it still showed no sign of stopping.

As Xu Yi strode closer, carrying a world-filling aura, Ji Lie felt the strings of his nerves snap one by one until only the last remained: He wouldn't really dare kill me in front of everyone, would he?

As Xu Yi's punch rose again, the oncoming wind of his fist sliced off several strands of Ji Lie's ink-black hair, whipping backward from his face. At that moment, it was as if jade pillars