RUMBLE—
On Martial Saint Peak, all was silent. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the flat ground in the center.
The dust and smoke that had billowed up from the ground had begun to fade.
All that remained was a large, human-shaped crater. Jiang Ziyou had been smashed right into it.
"What terrifying power. Even Junior Sister Ziyou's Profound Yin Body couldn't block it?"
"All things in the world both create and overcome one another. Softness can overcome hardness, but hardness can also overcome softness. Jiang Chen's power is too strong—it's the ultimate in yang, hardness, and intensity. Jiang Ziyou simply can't stop him!"
"The difference in their strength is obvious!"
A buzz of discussion rose from the crowd.
These spectators were all experts from the Inner Sect, with cultivation at the Heavenly Destiny Realm or higher. Their judgment was quite sharp.
Young Master Silver Moon, Xin Yuhuang, frowned and looked at Lan Haichen. "Holy Son, do you need me to intervene?"
