Zhou Lingtian retreated!
No matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't match the speed of that White Jade fist.
"Thud!"
Under the incredulous gaze of the crowd, that White Jade fist smashed directly into Zhou Lingtian's face.
Like a baseball, Zhou Lingtian was struck and sent flying horizontally, crashing through the wall and landing outside the hall.
His whole body was covered in frost.
The ground had already cracked from the cold.
It was evident that the strike from the Xuanming Elders was terrifying.
To say it was their strongest strike wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Even Zhou Lingtian, a Half-step War Emperor, couldn't withstand it.
Instantly, the entire venue plunged into dead silence; everyone was frozen in place, at a loss.
They were not only astounded by the terrifying power of the Xuanming Elders.
But even more by Ye Qingfeng's identity.
Who exactly is this Mr. Ye?
Zhou Qilin's eyes were bulging out, unable to believe all that was happening.
