Li Yi intervened to save the old Martial Saint, not just standing by watching him die. After all, they were merely sparring, with no personal enmity, and having such combat power would definitely be a great help in future cross-realm battles.
He raised his arm and took a look.
On the back of his hand, the skin and flesh had been forcibly scraped off a layer, exposing his crystal-clear silver bones, indicating that the opponent's peak punch had indeed left a slight scar on this Divine Body.
However, the frightening aspect of the Divine Body is not only its strength but also its incredible recovery abilities.
In just a moment, the wound on the back of Li Yi's hand healed again.
"Li Yi, won."
When the residual force dissipated, the space stabilized, and the world regained clarity, the numerous experts who had been observing the battle gathered from all sides, knowing the outcome of the fight.
They didn't expect Li Yi to win so easily.
