A biting cold surge instantly swept upward. It contacted the sword descending from Ye Feng's voice. Soon, the red dagger's body trembled slightly. Then, with a crisp metallic sound, it exploded into pieces, shooting in all directions.
To minimize encounters, the blind old Taoist's state and skills were far superior to Ye Fengsheng's. In front of Ye Fengsheng, there was no need for opportunistic tactics. No matter how Ye Fengsheng attacked him, there were no tricks. With a single punch or palm strike, Ye Fengsheng would spit blood from his mouth and be sent flying over a hundred meters back.
In the past, he relied on pure spirit and convenience to combat ordinary cultivators physically. Now, fighting this blind old man, Ye Fengsheng truly understood what was meant by "unbearable power." Clearly, it was a mere casual resistance but contained the power to destroy stone monuments. Even if Ye Fengsheng was prepared, it was still unbearable.
