Ye Qingtian and Jie Kong collided fiercely in the first round.
Jie Kong stood still in place, unmoving.
Ye Qingtian also stood still in place, unmoving.
"Donor Ye, this monk only used fifty percent of his power," Jie Kong said.
"Monk, I didn't even use ten percent," Ye Qingtian replied with a slight smile.
"Donor Ye, your confidence is really impressive!"
With that, Jie Kong unleashed a flurry of palm attacks.
Each strike was immensely powerful, leaving massive handprints on the icy plain!
The handprints were enormous, almost the size of half a basketball court.
Ye Qingtian stood amidst the ice, smiling calmly. Each time, he evaded the monk's attacks with ease and precision.
It was as if he were not fighting a celestial god-like monk, but a three-year-old child.
Jie Kong finally grew tired and stopped.
Ye Qingtian took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Jie Kong leisurely.
