Ye Xunhuan, like a dragon emerging from water, instantly arrived before Longshou. His tightly clenched iron fist was like a cannonball fired from a chamber, mercilessly smashing toward Longshou.
As the punch descended, the air in front of him was directly torn apart, producing a piercing sound, akin to the sound of fabric being violently ripped.
Faced with Ye Xunhuan's thunderous, powerful punch, Longshou showed no intention of dodging. His right hand moved slowly, seemingly leisurely, yet he lightly slapped forward.
"Smack!"
The collision of fist and palm produced a crisp sound.
In the next moment, Ye Xunhuan's expression shifted dramatically. He knew full well the immense power behind his punch, but when it struck Longshou's palm, not only did it fail to inflict any substantial hurt, but all the force dissipated into nothingness.
It was as if everything disappeared into the depths of the ocean.
Danger!
