Yang Yi wasn't actually afraid of Ye Haochuan, he just didn't expect Ye Haochuan to advance on him so decisively.
"Do you really think coming close will get you what you want? Today I will show you that close combat has long been outdated!" Yang Yi snorted coldly, his pen rapidly sketched out the word "lock".
"Xuanwu Force Vein, activate!"
Ye Haochuan ignored his cultivation technique and instead put away the Divine Concealment Sword, launching a fist directly forward.
Yang Yi was disdainful, using his own fist to block. In his view, with his cultivation, he should be able to easily withstand this attack from Ye Haochuan.
But he clearly underestimated Ye Haochuan. In close combat, spiritual energy is one thing, but physical strength is also crucial.
With the assistance of the Xuanwu Force Vein, Ye Haochuan could easily lift over ten thousand pounds without using spiritual energy. The power of this punch was anything but ordinary.
Bam~
