Battle to a Draw

They had never imagined that Chen Yiyue could actually block the full-force strike of the Youming Sect's ancestor.

It completely overturned their understanding.

"Little wench, you actually blocked my Netherworld Great Hand Seal?"

The Youming Sect's ancestor was likewise stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

He had never imagined that Chen Yiyue could block his full-force strike.

One had to know that he was a Saint God Realm expert, and he had even used a high-grade Divine Tier cultivation technique and martial skill.

With such strength, he could easily sweep aside and instantly kill any Peak Heavenly God expert.

Yet Chen Yiyue had blocked it, leaving him utterly shocked and furious.

"Hmph, old dog, your strength is nothing special!" Chen Yiyue snorted coldly, speaking with disdain.

"You..."

The Youming Sect's ancestor trembled with rage, his eyes filled with killing intent.

He was a dignified Saint God Realm expert, yet he had been humiliated so thoroughly by a woman at the peak of the Heavenly God Realm. It was an utter disgrace.

"Little wench, let's see how long you can hold out."

The Youming Sect's ancestor roared and charged at Chen Yiyue again.

The aura around him grew even more berserk and terrifying.

He had gone completely mad. No matter the cost, he was determined to kill Chen Yiyue.

"Rumble!"

The two clashed again, fighting until heaven and earth dimmed and the sun and moon lost their light.

All kinds of divine abilities and martial skills emerged in endless succession, dazzling the eyes of everyone watching.

Terrifying energy fluctuations swept across the eight directions and six extremes, destroying everything around them.

Space continued to collapse, transforming into a stretch of chaos.

Even the spectators were forced to retreat again and again, terrified of being caught in the fallout.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"Pfft!"