Two of the attendants charged forward like tigers pouncing on their prey. It had to be said, the countries near the Celestial Profound Sect were quite formidable. Both of these men were at the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven, a level of cultivation that would make them top-tier experts in the Celestial Martial Country.
"Brat, scram!"
Following the sharp shout, one of the men was already in front of Wen Qingye in an instant. His gaze turned cold as the Primordial Qi in his body suddenly surged.
He clenched a hand into a fist that seemed forged from steel, wreathed in layers of Primordial Qi as it flew toward Wen Qingye.
The immense power of the blow made even the onlookers' Heart Spirits tremble, and grave expressions appeared on their faces.
Wen Qingye's pupils contracted slightly, but the divine light in his eyes remained unchanged. Moving at a deliberate pace visible to all, he met the incoming fist with a punch of his own.
"BANG!"
