The slender black silhouette was naturally Ye Feng, who still stood motionless, but his complexion had become much paler compared to the last confrontation with the fierce tiger; moreover, his breath was heavy and hurried.
Clearly, although Ye Feng had not been injured, his essence, qi, and spirit had been significantly depleted, to the point of overexertion. Yet, he still stood as straight as a javelin, refusing to fall.
Witnessing this scene, the disciples of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts were once again shocked, their eyes wide with disbelief at what they were seeing.
"Damn, is this kid made of iron? Even if he were, under the suppression of the Azure Dragon, he should have melted away. But he... he's still standing there perfectly fine!"
