"Not good!"
Mu Guanglin's face changed drastically. He immediately raised his sword to block, but it was too late.
Bam—
In the final instant, Ye Haochuan struck Mu Guanglin's chest with the hilt of his sword, sending him flying backward, blood spurting from his mouth. His combat strength was reduced by roughly half.
"How is this possible?"
Tie Feng's expression darkened. It was understandable for someone at Foundation Establishment Early Stage to defeat someone at Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage—this world was not short of geniuses who could battle across realms. But skipping two levels? That was hard to believe.
Among all those present, only Zhu Tian, Zhu Qingshuang, and Guan Ling had expressions that remained unchanged; they were well aware of Ye Haochuan's strength.
