In the dueling arena, blue True Qi roiled around Qi Tianhe as the aura of the peak of the Tenth Layer of the True Condensation Realm erupted without reservation.
He clenched his right hand into a fist and circulated the Snow Wind Fist, a middle-grade Earth-level fist technique, to the Perfection Realm.
The blue True Qi swirling around his fist had almost solidified. His gaze at Ye Feng brimmed with confidence. "Ye Feng, can you withstand this punch?"
Before his voice had even faded, Qi Tianhe's figure suddenly shot forward, his fist carrying a howling chill as it drove straight toward Ye Feng's face.
The instant the force of the punch brushed Ye Feng's hair, a profound power of artistic conception erupted with a thunderous boom.
Fine snowflakes began drifting around the blue fist-shadow. This was the trump card he had never revealed during the Grand Tournament.
Thirty percent Fist Intent!
"Thirty percent Fist Intent! Qi Tianhe actually hid his strength!"
"Good heavens! The might of this punch is enough to kill an Origin Embracing Realm expert! I heard Senior Brother Qi once used the Snow Wind Fist to slay a cultivator at the First Layer of the Origin Embracing Realm!"
"Ye Feng is going to lose! No matter how strong his physique is, he can't withstand a punch capable of killing an Origin Embracing Realm expert!"
Gasps rose and fell from the audience stands. The Grand Elder of the Wind Snow Sect sat on the high platform, stroking his beard in satisfaction, his expression calm.
In his view, although Ye Feng's talent was extraordinary, he could never cross the chasm and kill an Origin Embracing Realm expert.
The Elders of the other sects stared intently at the dueling arena. No one spoke rashly; they were all waiting for the