Xuan Ming's Great Strength Vajra Palm sent Master Wu Jingyi crashing straight into the Martial Arts Arena. The sight made everyone present gasp in alarm.
The Martial Arts Arena had been reinforced with formations. Its surface was paved with fine bluestone, and the ground beneath had been reinforced with refined steel.
Yet Master Wu Jingyi had still been slapped who knew how deep into the ground. Even the earth around the hole had begun to crack. No one knew whether to say that Xuan Ming's palm was overwhelmingly powerful or that Master Wu Jingyi's physical cultivation was astonishingly strong.
But after only a few breaths, Master Wu Jingyi crawled out of the hole. He looked utterly wretched, his body twisted as if several of his bones had been broken.
Yet Master Wu Jingyi's face showed no trace of emotion. He formed a hand seal, moving so quickly that even Xuan Ming couldn't stop him before he completed it.
Master Mahasthamaprapta, watching from below, immediately paled. He tried to intervene, but it was already too late.
Buddha-light blazed around Master Wu Jingyi. His seemingly frail body erupted with tremendous strength, instantly stirring the winds and clouds. Endless energy from heaven and earth surged into him, and Master Wu Jingyi was like a black hole, drawing all that power directly into his body.
The whole sequence was completed in an instant. Master Wu Jingyi threw a punch, its gale tearing through heaven and earth as endless stretches of space shattered. Even Lin Zongyue and the others looked horrified by the might of that blow.
They had all taken part in the battle that destroyed the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and they had seen the might of "Heavenly Venerable Douyuan" Zhao Wunian for themselves.
He had refined his own body into a weapon, splitting