Chi!
A weird sound of cloth tearing was heard. The sword Qi containing the immortal poetic perspective and sword intent punctured through Sikong Sheng’s incoming fist power, leaving a long, narrow, pitch-black sword mark in the sky. It landed on Sikong Sheng’s chest with thousands of pounds of power, and instantly blew him away.
However, although the sword Qi had broken through the fist power, the exploded fist power had brought up an after wave, which had still torn apart the air and created vacuum spaces. Countless vacuum spaces had been combined together, which was like a blossoming flower flying towards Ye Chen.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
