His natal magic treasure, the Blood Sea Soul-Refining Banner, which he had refined for hundreds of years, snapped in midair with a "crack," breaking into two pieces. Its spiritual light vanished completely, turning it into mere scrap iron.
One punch.
Just one punch.
A Late Tribulation Transcendence cultivator had been crippled outright, along with his magic treasure.
The scene instantly fell into deathly silence.
The two Blood Sect disciples who had been grinning savagely just moments ago now had utterly frozen expressions. Their mouths hung wide enough to fit an egg, their eyes filled with utter terror and disbelief.
What had they just seen?
One punch!
One punch had severely wounded their famed elder?
Was this really power a Late Tribulation Transcendence cultivator could possess?
Even the True Lord patriarchs of their sect were probably no stronger than this!
Chen Yong, standing behind Chen Changqing, was equally dumbstruck, his mind reeling.
He knew Chen Changqing was strong, but witnessing this scene with his own eyes still shook him to the core.
So this was... the strength of the number one on the rankings?
"You... who exactly are you?!"
Xue Feng struggled out of the crater. His hair was disheveled, a large portion of his chest had caved in, and his aura had weakened to the extreme. The way he looked at Chen Changqing was like he was looking upon an ancient God or Devil.
Chen Changqing withdrew his fist and blew away dust that did not exist before answering at an unhurried pace.
"Me? Mount Shu's Chen Changqing."
The moment the three words "Chen Changqing" left his lips, the legs of the two Blood Sect disciples went weak, and they nearly dropped to their knees.
Chen Changqing!
That peerless fiend who had slaughtered more than two hundred people on the