Suddenly.
"Such a big temper, that's not good."
Ye Tian smiled abruptly, speaking casually, while his right hand rose suddenly, punching towards Fu Yan's incoming fist.
It seemed Ye Tian had no mana, after all, he hadn't even stood up, so casual.
However.
In a flash.
"Bang!!!"
The two fists collided.
With a crisp sound, Fu Yan's massive body unexpectedly flew backward.
Not only did he fly backward, but Fu Yan's arm and fist also tore apart, blood dripping, with broken bones looking tragic and shocking.
Upon closer inspection, Fu Yan's body had deep cracks, seemingly about to explode at any moment.
Fu Yan flew back for hundreds of meters, crashing into a metal pillar supporting the palace roof in the hall, barely stopping with half of his body embedded in the metal pillar.
Breathing weakly, almost on the verge of death.
The palace hall grew increasingly silent...
So silent it was indescribable.
This... this... this...
What did they just witness??????
"Hmm?"
