Xiao Hua immediately swept his right hand, and the giant arm fell into the void. Rogue cultivator Yuhong felt an immense force arise out of thin air before his chest. He did not dare delay, nor could he spare a thought for counterattacking. He hurriedly activated his movement technique, about to teleport away! At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out an earth-yellow shield no larger than a palm. The shield rumbled as it rapidly expanded in midair, growing to more than a dozen zhang in just a few breaths. Brilliant light shone from it, countless runes darting madly across its surface, while a heavy, vast, seemingly irresistible aura spread throughout the space. Beneath that weighty aura, Rogue cultivator Yuhong's figure quietly retreated!
Yet just as Rogue cultivator Yuhong's figure vanished beneath the earth-yellow radiance, a thunderous boom rang out. A not particularly large fist appeared before the wildly expanding shield. At its single strike, a thunderclap-like tremor erupted. Not only did space shake, but the shield itself shattered into countless fragments beneath that blow. The fragments were like snow, like Rogue cultivator Yuhong's heart plunging into an ice cellar; they were like stones, like the hearts of Elder Wen and the others, stunned beyond measure. This was a magic treasure refined by a Nascent Soul cultivator—how could it be so easily crushed by a single fist? And this was not merely crushing it. It was smashing it to pieces! Shattering the magic treasure's very body! Never mind the magical power contained in that punch—the force of the fist, the hardness of that fist, were already far beyond anything Elder Wen and the others could imagine!
But the shock did not end there. "Cough..." Rogue cultivator Yuhong's vanished figure trembled slightly. With a muffled sound like a