The instant Li Yun's sword clashed with Ye Huan's golden palm, a fierce gust of wind erupted around them, sending dust swirling through the air.
Bang!
In the next instant, both were blasted backward like bullets. Li Yun skidded across the ground, his feet barely finding grip as he was forced all the way to the edge of the stage.
Ye Huan, on the other hand, only took five steps back, his stance still steady despite the immense force of the clash.
It was clear who had the upper hand right now.
But the surprise and shock on Ye Huan's face suggested otherwise. "How did you block my attack?" he asked, feeling stunned.
