Boom...
One large fist and one small fist collided!
Then a vast surge of energy burst forth, sweeping out in every direction.
He Pingsheng stumbled backward with a series of thuds, retreating a full nine steps before steadying himself.
Ji Wuxin, meanwhile, stood in midair with his brows furrowed, his expression turning exceedingly grave.
Of course, that blow had not been easy for him to endure either. He had also retreated more than a hundred zhang, even farther than He Pingsheng.
"So strong!" Ji Wuxin stood in midair, continuously releasing his immortal essence, which made his Daoist robe snap and flutter. "He Pingsheng, was it... interesting!"
"No one at the same cultivation level as me has ever withstood one of my blows!"
"Since I began cultivating, from the lower realm to the Immortal Realm, this is the only time!"
"Sorry... under these circumstances, I can no longer hold back!"
"If you die, don't blame me!"
"Slash..."
As Ji Wuxin spoke, he attacked again. As he gathered his divine sense, a surge of wind and thunder power sprang into existence out of thin air, then transformed into a radiant, hundred-zhang-long sword.
Upon the enormous sword, silver lightning danced and wound like dragons and serpents.
Vast lightning power swept through the surroundings, sending wave after wave of mighty auras toward He Pingsheng.
Then the enormous sword formed from lightning slashed toward He Pingsheng.
It seemed slow, but was actually extremely fast. Moreover, as the blow descended, it automatically locked down the surrounding space.
Although it could not completely lock He Pingsheng in place, he felt the space around him grow viscous.
Put it this way: this fellow Ji Wuxin clearly had no power of laws, yet his attack produced the effects of the power of laws!
This blow was powerful, and its