The King's Blade of Gui Hai Yi Dao emitted more than ten zhang of blade light, directly aiming at Yang Fei.
Just at this moment, he suddenly heard a roar.
In mid-air, an enormous fist came down directly on his blade light.
Gui Hai Yi Dao's mouth curled slightly upwards, a sign of his joyful mood.
To a swordsman, losing one's blade is akin to losing half of one's life.
Gui Hai Yi Dao could not believe that Yang Fei could defeat him without his blade, relying solely on his fist?
Boom!
The more than ten zhang blade light of the King's Blade collided with Yang Fei's Bull Demon's Fist, instantly producing a deafening explosion.
The seawater on the surface was hit by a tremendous force, surging skyward, turning into a torrential downpour, and then raining down again.
Gui Hai Yi Dao's body plummeted downward, blood flowing from his tiger's mouth grasping the blade.
One of his arms, along with half of his torso, was numbed from the shock.
This punch was unexpectedly terrifying!
