Strike first, arrive later!
Before Zhou Yifan's hand blade came down, Ye Fan's punch ray whistled out and struck Zhou Yifan.
Bang!
A loud explosion, the punch ray shattered, and the terrifying power instantly broke the Xuanwu Armor that Zhou Yifan had not yet condensed, blasting into his meridians.
"Ah..."
Zhou Yifan screamed miserably, his body was flung seven or eight zhang away, scattered a trail of blood, and then heavily crashed to the ground, almost fainting into an endless void.
And his hand blade did not fall on Ye Fan — the hand blade left a deep, bottomless crack in the solid rock half a meter in front of Ye Fan.
Even though he was only half a meter away, Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged. With a thought, he retracted the True Yuan that was emanating outwards, and the Xuanwu Armor disappeared in an instant.
"Pfft—"
