However, in the next moment, the cultivator from the temple was dumbfounded.
The seemingly ordinary punch of Ye Haochuan, upon contact with the white light, actually created a ripple in space.
The straight white light, like a sword, suddenly became distorted and twisted at this moment.
This distortion quickly spread, twisting the beam of white light into a braid, and then the white light shattered with a bang, forming a cloud of mist.
Hiss~
The temple cultivator gasped sharply, his expression no longer relaxed as before.
His cultivation was not low, having reached the Middle Level God Lord Realm, confident that relying on his cultivation, without the use of magical treasures, he could easily suppress Ye Haochuan.
Who could have thought, Ye Haochuan, without using any magical treasures, had not lost much of his strength.
On the contrary, he himself, although claiming proficiency in martial arts, had actually decreased in strength by a level.
