"Shatter for me!"
Yuan Taiyi bellowed, the Taiji symbol behind him spun faster, and he suddenly vibrated his fists before violently pulling them apart, turning the lingering saber light into millions of pieces that burst into countless sparks, gloriously radiant.
Standing in the center of the arena, the flames on Yuan Taiyi's body gradually extinguished, and he said word by word, "Sikong Wuji, your saber skill is indeed formidable, three moves have passed, now, take a punch from me."
Huff!
Without much buildup, Yuan Taiyi threw a punch directly at Hundred Mile Soul, the alternating black and white energies of his fist highly condensed, seemingly silent as they thundered out. Simultaneously, the Taiji symbol behind Yuan Taiyi also emitted a dazzlingly bright light.
