Under the onslaught of the Butterfly Torrent, Ye Zhen's mixed body of Thunder Light and Sword Light melted away as fast as ice and snow, and then surged toward Ye Zhen's chest.
Beep beep beep!
At the moment the sharp and distinct sounds rang out, Ye Zhen's Green Jade Spirit Armor cracked inch by inch. Each fingernail-sized piece of the jade armor was filled with fine cracks, on the verge of shattering.
Ye Zhen's chest heaved rapidly a few times, and as he circulated his Spiritual Power, the Green Jade Spirit Armor immediately restored itself.
"Not bad, to be able to handle my punch with fifty percent of my strength. Zheng Fuyun, you can indeed be proud of yourself!" Huaa Wushuang's gaze toward Ye Zhen held a trace of surprise.
Originally, the move was meant as a test, but Huaa Wushuang didn't expect Ye Zhen to handle it so easily.
But was it really easy?
Only Ye Zhen himself knew.
