Boom!
Above the heavens, along with the violent ripples of energy continuously spreading in all directions, blood occasionally rained down as well.
Bang!
After another exchange, Yuan Yi had just blocked a thrust when, in the next instant, the spear turned, swept sideways, and struck. It bypassed Yuan Yi's palms and slammed into his abdomen, sending him flying.
Pfft!!
While he was still airborne, a mouthful of blood burst from Yuan Yi's mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
After steadying himself, Yuan Yi raised his head and stared at the handsome, picturesque man before him, whose attacks were ruthless and merciless. A trace of fear could not help flashing through his eyes.
From the beginning of their fight to his defeat, only a short time had passed. In fewer than thirty exchanges, he, the dignified sect master of the Eight Fan Sect, had been utterly defeated.
Moreover, Yuan Yi had been suppressed from the very start and remained at a disadvantage throughout. He could barely block two or three moves before taking a hit. If he had not tempered his body and possessed greater endurance than an ordinary Dou Emperor, he would have long since been coughing up blood.
Yang Chen stood in the air, one hand resting on his spear. After glancing at Yuan Yi, whose aura had already become somewhat disordered, his gaze shifted to the three figures atop Maple City's walls.
The man in the middle was rather handsome, around thirty years old. His thin lips gave him a somewhat cold and stern appearance, while his black hair fell to his shoulders. A faint medicinal fragrance seemed to linger around him.
Of course, the most eye-catching feature was the cauldron emblem embroidered on the green alchemist's robe over his chest. Six golden ripples adorned the cauldron,