In the void.
Faced with the Ming Emperor's descending palm, Ye Feng showed no sign of evasion, allowing the palm to strike him and seemingly obliterate him into nothingness.
"Has Sect Master Ye fallen?"
The crowd's hearts nearly stopped beating.
"This is too weak, isn't it?" The Ming Emperor withdrew his arm, a look of disdain on his face. "I thought he was stronger. Turns out he was nothing—one palm strike was enough to kill him."
"Oh, is that so?"
Ye Feng's voice sounded out of nowhere.
The Ming Emperor instantly felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly raised his hand and struck behind him, turning around hurriedly—sure enough, Ye Feng was right behind him.
But his strike landed on empty air.
The Ye Feng before his eyes had vanished again without a trace.
Bam!
Ye Feng suddenly appeared at the Ming Emperor's flank, releasing a devastating Chaos Fist that sent the Ming Emperor stumbling back several meters, several of his ribs shattering in the process.
