Ye Chen launched an assault on the Old Emperor, swinging the supreme and mighty Divine Fist. The dazzling golden light shimmered as he thrust out punch after punch.
Each punch came with a terrifying force, as if the entire expanse of Changkong were concentrated in this one Divine Fist, striking out with a thunderous impact.
There was no doubt that the Old Emperor was in great distress; the divine power was so immense and unending that each punch made him feel like vomiting blood, utterly unable to bear it any longer.
Had he not been strong enough, and without the Divine Shield crafted from the extraordinary Snow Divine Essence to block the attacks, any other Heroic Master would likely have been reduced to mincemeat by now.
The power of the Combat Saint King was indeed no empty reputation; it was truly unbelievably formidable.
Boom—
