Chen Xiaobei swung his arm giving a tight slap to Ding Wuji.
Chen Xiaobei's cultivation had also reached the peak of Ethereal Cultivation, peaking out at 130,000 combat power. He did not need any trump card whatsoever to hammer Ding Wuji.
Smack!!!
A loud crisp sound rang in the air. Ding Wuji was struck so hard he spun around like a spinning top, bouncing quickly from one area to another.
Bam!
Ding Wuji hit a rock about 10 meters from where he was standing, and it was so hard that the rock crumbled.
"Elder Shixiong! Elder Shixiong, are you alright?"
All 10 of Xingxiu's disciples ran over to him, stunned by what had just happened.
Their Xingxiu faction's number one disciple, Ding Wuji was unconscious and he had simply just been struck once.
His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, and blood with pieces of broken teeth were spilling from his mouth. It was a pathetic sight indeed.
