Ye Fan charged forward, his golden fist whipping up a gale that tore the earth asunder. The power of his punch was akin to an ancient star falling, crashing onto the ground and illuminating the entire Ice Field.
The sheer magnitude of this punch's power was beyond comprehension, causing the entire Ice Field to tremble.
Gaping fissures split open the ground beneath Ye Fan's feet, countless in number, each over half a meter wide, spreading in all directions.
His entire body radiated a golden brilliance, dazzling to behold, like an ancient golden god of battle crushing the void.
"A sacred body at the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace!" For the first time, a ripple of surprise crossed the sacred lady of the Purple Mansion's features. She hadn't expected Ye Fan to reach such a realm by himself. In the past, only the Sacred Lands could nurture such prowess.
WHOOSH!
