Pan Yu's seemingly imposing sword technique was unable to withstand a single blow, and the hundred-foot long sword beam smashed into his body, creating a giant crater in the ground.
His protective spiritual artifact also shattered.
Puchi!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura plummeted.
"Your strength…"
The moment Pan Yu could move his body again, he quickly consumed a pill and tried to stand up. However, by that time, Ye Chen had reached him, and threw a punch, which created a bloody hole in chest, shattering bones along the way.
Ye Chen's physical strength was not something an ordinary cultivator could withstand. This left Pan Yu in extreme pain.
This was the first time he had ever been in such a sorry state since he began cultivating.
His body crashed into the wall, but just as he was about to stand up again, a pair of hands seemed to appear out of thin air and grabbed his neck!
