The seemingly astonishing sword light slashed down onto Iron Fist's head, yet it did not even stir the slightest ripple.
Even Ye Lin was left staring blankly at this scene. His overall combat strength had nearly doubled; even a casual strike of his carried immense power.
Even if this sword could not seriously wound Iron Fist, it should at least have thrown him off balance, shouldn't it?
In truth, he had overthought it.
"Iron Fist has grown stronger. With Heaven-and-Earth Manifestation, his speed, strength, and even defensive power have all increased tremendously. Ordinary experts cannot even break through Iron Fist's defenses."
"Indeed. Iron Fist became famous through Heaven-and-Earth Manifestation ten thousand years ago, and over those ten thousand years, he has only grown stronger."
"Iron Fist has grown stronger. I wonder whether Blood Baleful is a match for him."
Listening to the discussions of the experts around them, the disciples of the four sects clenched their fists, their faces tense as they watched the battlefield. Their eyes did not leave it for even an instant, afraid they might miss something.
Unlike those people, Ye Lin's victory or defeat concerned the powers standing behind them.
Yet the pressure Iron Fist exerted on them was incomparable. Even from so far away, they could feel that oppressive aura radiating from him.
"Is this all you have?"
Iron Fist scratched his enormous head and mocked him. Then he stretched out a hand and grabbed at Ye Lin.
For a moment, even the air was blasted apart.
The ground erupted with towering clouds of sand and dust, as though the end of the world had arrived.
With Iron Fist's size, every movement he made carried the might to destroy the world.
"Looks like I've been underestimated."
Ye Lin muttered inwardly. That had only been a