Han Changsheng's face showed great surprise. With his strength, at the eighth level of the Heavenly God Realm, killing a Chaos Realm ant was merely child's play.
But now, his sword qi was actually blocked by Ye Chen.
Moreover, the opponent was still standing there unharmed.
This was simply inconceivable!
"Hoo..."
Ye Chen was panting, although not injured, being suppressed by the residual might of Han Changsheng's sword qi made his blood essence and energy churn, feeling very uncomfortable.
His current strength had too vast a gap compared to the eighth level of the Heavenly God Realm, almost like heaven and earth apart, and being able to catch one sword strike was already a very impressive battle achievement.
"Interesting."
Han Changsheng squinted his eyes: "If given time, your future achievements will surely surpass mine."
"No wonder your threat to my Emperor's Abyss Palace is so great, even triggering disaster-like weather."
