...
The dust cleared.
In the ruins, a figure slowly stood up.
Mo Yuan's robe was shattered, his black hair scattered and covered in dust, and his chest armor showed signs of breaking.
He looked extremely embarrassed.
But!!
There wasn't a single scratch on his Divine Body, not even a fluctuation in his aura.
"Not injured?" Jiang Ye's pupils contracted suddenly.
The Nine Netherworld Ten Thousand Demon Palm he had just unleashed, under the ninety times critical hit, was enough to instantly kill any Celestial Pride Talent of the same realm.
Even if masters within the top ten of the Earth List were here, Jiang Ye was confident in seriously wounding them.
Yet such a terrifying attack didn't leave any trace on Mo Yuan?
"Such a Star Talent." Jiang Ye's eyes were heavy, with a hint of longing in them.
The frightening strength of such a Divine Body might be stronger than his own.
"Hoo~"
Mo Yuan brushed the dust off his body.
His movements were slow, very composed.
