"Boom!"
There was no time to dodge. Ye Xuan was sent flying by the gray-robed elder's punch.
"Bang, bang!"
Ye Xuan crashed down, skidding across the ground for over a dozen meters before hitting a massive boulder and coming to a stop.
"Cough, cough."
Ye Xuan's chest hurt terribly.
He spat out fresh blood, his face turning deathly pale, his expression extremely unsightly.
"Crack!"
Ye Xuan's chest bones were fractured and split.
Moreover, his heart thumped heavily, almost stopping.
"What a terrifying punch!"
Ye Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
But he dared not be careless. He quickly got up from the ground and dodged to the side.
The gray-robed elder charged horizontally, like an invincible war god, stomping hard on the ruins where Ye Xuan had fallen.
The ruins, countless stones, all exploded into powder.
A terrifyingly large pit reappeared under the gray-robed elder's feet.
