Helian ZhaoYu's mouth and nose were filled with a crimson hue as his whole body flew backward, the blood he spat out freezing in mid-air, like countless red diamonds falling.
Under the long night, the storm raged, large snowflakes shattered, hitting faces with sharp pain, making it hard to even see the close scenery clearly.
Helian ZhaoYu could hardly believe it. His pride, the Divine's Pure Land—Yin Yang Inner View, was pierced through the first time he displayed it publicly.
The light from that fist was too brilliant. Was it the "Golden Crow Illuminating Night Scripture"? It burned his eyes painfully, tears nearly spilling out in the bone-chilling snowfield.
"No, that should be the Silk Scripture!" Helian ZhaoYu now opened his Yin Yang Eye and saw clearly that his opponent was shrouded in consciousness, but it was just a facade; it was actually Heavenly Light within.
