A brilliant light burst forth in the sky, vanishing in an instant.
Li Shengyi stared ahead, certain that his attack had truly landed on Ye Qiu, yet he felt that Ye Qiu had not been blasted down.
The next second, he saw that Ye Qiu was standing dozens of meters below; more precisely, his attack had only pushed Ye Qiu down a little bit.
"Again!"
Li Shengyi's eyes flashed, and he lifted his hand for another strike.
Soon, hands filled the sky, appearing everywhere, and those watching on the ground saw Ye Qiu's silhouette sink lower and lower under Li Shengyi's assaults, forcibly suppressed from the ninth heaven to the first heaven.
"With such strength, he dares to claim he can challenge the Supreme Saint? Ye Fentian is nothing but all talk." Seeing Ye Qiu at a disadvantage, someone immediately sneered.
