Cui Yingtang's sudden attack caught both Chen Ye and Cui Xijun off guard.
"Second Sister, what nonsense are you making!"
Cui Xijun hurriedly tried to stop her.
However, it was already too late.
Cui Yingtang's fist came with astonishing speed, its wind howling as it blasted straight toward Chen Ye's face.
This time, Cui Yingtang no longer held back as she had before. She wanted to truly test Chen Ye's depth.
Chen Ye stood where he was, his gaze calm.
Cui Yingtang's fist rapidly enlarged in his vision.
Had it been a few months ago, that punch would have sent him flying, leaving him powerless to resist.
But now, everything was different.
In his eyes, Cui Yingtang was no longer an invincible existence.
As the fist drew nearer and nearer—
Chen Ye did not dodge at all. He directly circulated the Immortal Force.
The golden ocean deep within his dantian suddenly boiled.
An enormous tide of force burst forth like floodwaters from a breached dam, surging through his meridians into his right arm.
He raised his hand and threw a punch straight at her.
There were no fancy moves, only a clash of the purest strength.
Bang!
A dull, thunderous boom exploded through the courtyard.
The instant their fists collided, an invisible wave of air erupted between them and swept outward in all directions.
Dust from the ground was flung high into the air, scattering everywhere.
Cui Xijun was forced back again and again by the blast. Her skirts snapped wildly in the wind, and she could not even open her eyes.
She raised a sleeve to shield herself from the dust, and from the corner of her eye saw an unbelievable sight.
Cui Yingtang, who had struck first, was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.