Chen Ye plunged into the crowd like a fierce tiger bounding into a sheepfold, showing no intent to hold back as he unleashed his full strength.
After nine rounds of Mortal Shedding, the stream of golden light circulating within his body had long since undergone a qualitative transformation.
The moment he drove it now, the True Qi all over his body abruptly transformed into countless fine, hair-like golden threads that instantly intertwined and wove together, condensing into a radiance of golden light that blasted toward the opposite side.
In his panic, Wei Zi'ang instinctively raised his arms to guard and defend his front.
Yet with a cultivation of merely four rounds of Mortal Shedding, he was by no means a match for Chen Ye, proving as fragile as paper.
Before the golden light even arrived, he felt a biting intent of the blade wash over his face.
The next instant, the golden light slammed fiercely into his arms.
Skin already as tough as oxhide was thoroughly pierced by the golden light, revealing dense clusters of red dots as fresh blood sprayed forth.
Following that, a strange piercing and tearing force drilled directly into the meridians of his arms, charging toward his internal organs with the momentum of a snapped bamboo.
"Pfft!"
Wei Zi'ang's entire body's True Qi was shredded into utter disarray by this terrifying force, no longer able to muster even a shred of defense.
The clothes on his body burst apart inch by inch starting from the shoulders as fresh blood surged wildly from his mouth and nose.
In a mere single exchange, he had already collapsed onto the ground, entirely losing the power to resist.
In a daze, for some unknown reason, he felt that Chen Ye's face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it