Bang!!
Amid the ear-splitting crash, Zheng Ye's spear force shattered on impact, and he flew back dozens of zhang before steadying himself.
Yet Zheng Ye still refused to accept it. He felt that his spear had already come close to Xu Taiping; one step farther, and it would surely pierce his chest.
He abruptly shook his spear, looking toward Xu Taiping as he prepared to gather his spear force again and thrust.
"Boom!!!"
But that single glance struck his mind with a shock no less than facing an ambush on the battlefield by troops several times his own number.
For his mind sensed that the Heavenly Prefecture envoy's fist intent ahead was no longer a towering mountain, but a boundless sea with waves a thousand zhang high.
Before that boundless sea of surging waves.
He was like a lone boat upon its waters.
For a moment, his eyes were filled with terror.
Even so, as an ever-victorious general who had commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers, his pride was far beyond that of ordinary troops.
He gripped his spear shaft tightly in both hands, resisting the gang wind of the fist force before him, his eyes filled with resolve as he prepared to charge Xu Taiping again.
Thud-!
But in the space of a single thought, a violent tremor resounded through heaven and earth, and an even fiercer blast of gang wind slammed into Zheng Ye.
Yet compared with the searing pain in his chest.
What concerned Zheng Ye more was the scene his divine sense perceived, manifested by Xu Taiping's fist force at that moment.
"Rumble..."
Amid the rumbling that rang incessantly through his mind, Zheng Ye saw Xu Taiping's fist intent abruptly transform from a boundless sea churning with thousand-zhang waves into a great sun wreathed in flames.