Song Xiu immediately flew into a rage. He stretched out his hand, and a massive black palm seal appeared in midair, slamming down toward Ao Lie and the other two.
"Don't forget, I'm your opponent."
At that moment, Ye Lin suddenly stepped forward and shattered the black palm seal with a single punch.
"Hm?"
Sensing his spell being interrupted, Song Xiu frowned. Though that had merely been a casual strike from him, it could easily erase a peak Dao Integration cultivator. Yet Ye Lin, a mere mid-stage Dao Integration cultivator, had taken it so easily?
His current realm stood above Dao Integration but below Tribulation Transcendence—an exceedingly awkward position.
But he was still far stronger than any Dao Integration cultivator.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin rubbed his numb arm, shock written across his face. He had used sixty percent of his strength in that strike.
It had taken sixty percent of his strength just to barely block this man's casual blow, and the pressure on him instantly surged.
"Little friend, I don't have time to play with you."
After saying that, Song Xiu slowly rose to his feet. The sharp aura around him was enough to crush space itself. He merely stood there quietly, yet the surrounding space could no longer bear his presence.
"Holy Emperor Fist."
Song Xiu clenched his fist, terrifying spiritual energy roiling throughout his body as he hurled a punch at Ye Lin.
Golden light burst brilliantly from Ye Lin's body. He threw out a punch as well, meeting the attack head-on without yielding in the slightest.
The collision of the two fists unleashed a shockwave that made the entire altar tremble.
The next moment, Ye Lin's body hurtled backward at extreme speed, his face filled with horror.
The man before him was simply too powerful. He had