That power surged in every direction like a towering tidal wave, stirring up wave after wave and engulfing Yi Chen.
Yet faced with that overwhelming aura, Yi Chen merely smiled contemptuously.
"With that little strength of yours, you think you can take me on? What a fool's dream," Yi Chen said coldly.
Those words enraged the figure.
"You little bastard, stop acting so arrogant. Today, I'll kill you with my own hands."
As he spoke, the figure threw a punch. Its Fist Light flashed like a flood dragon, piercing straight through space and smashing toward Yi Chen.
Yi Chen dared not be careless. He hurriedly circulated all his spiritual power, preparing to defend himself.
"You little bastard, today I'll show you just how vast the gap between us is!"
As those words fell, brilliant golden thunderbolts suddenly erupted from the figure's fist seal, forming a long river that bore down on Yi Chen.
That golden streak left a trail of dazzling light through the air, so blinding that no one could look directly at it.
A grave look surfaced in Yi Chen's eyes.
"Break!"
With a low shout, he unleashed a frenzied torrent of spiritual power, forming a powerful defensive barrier of light before him.
Two sounds rang out as the light barrier actually stopped the figure's punch.
"Hmph. You think someone like you can withstand my attacks?" the figure snorted coldly.
"You little bastard, now I'll show you what I'm capable of."
As his words fell, the figure unleashed his terrifying strength once more, and the golden Fist Light of his punch intensified again.
Bang!
The golden Fist Light slammed into Yi Chen's spiritual power shield. In an instant, he was sent flying thousands of yards like a cannonball.
Blood sprayed from his mouth.
Savage wounds opened across Yi