As soon as the power within the fist erupted, it was like a golden beam of light, rushing straight and recklessly towards the white-haired old man's fist and the palm of the goat-bearded cultivator.
The moment it smashed out, the world underwent a violent transformation.
The gloomy thunderclouds suddenly descended, turning into drizzling rain.
The surrounding world of white snow instantly melted away and vanished, revealing the crisp earth and mountains beneath.
The wind in the sky also suddenly stopped, all absorbed into that fist, becoming the powerful energy that propelled it.
As all this happened before his eyes, Ye Feng himself felt that the intent of destruction condensed in this punch was the strongest strike he could deliver in his lifetime, and also the strongest he had ever seen.
He believed that with just this punch, he could definitely cripple the white-haired old man and the goat-bearded cultivator before him.
