Liang Tiancheng was sent flying with ease. Everyone was stunned, completely clueless as to what had just happened. It was as if Liang Tiancheng had been possessed, unable to move from his spot and left at Yi Tianyun's mercy. Since most of the onlookers were over a hundred meters away, they were naturally unaffected.
"Th-this is impossible..." Liang Tiancheng's sternum had been shattered by the punch, and his entire chest had caved in. It looked like even if he wasn't dead, he only had a few breaths left.
"Nothing is impossible. You're just too weak!" Yi Tianyun raised his fist, his icy gaze devoid of any emotion.
Faced with Yi Tianyun's descending fist, terror filled Liang Tiancheng's eyes. He hastily shouted, "Sp-spare me! I-I'll make the Divine Forging Sect drop the matter with you..."
"Trash!"
Yi Tianyun smashed his fist down hard. Liang Tiancheng, scared out of his wits, began to scream frantically.
