A hundred punches of wind swept in from all directions towards Chu Fengmian.
Just as the members of the Five Spirit Sect were marveling at the fierce and mysterious punch wind, Chu Fengmian suddenly moved.
In the midst of the Five Spirit Sect members' incredulous gazes, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
Chu Fengmian extended his finger lightly, and suddenly a Dragon Roar screamed and sounded.
A dragon shadow rose behind Chu Fengmian, its body vibrated, and all hundred punches of wind shattered.
Like Wind Roll Cloud, Han Ye's punches were effortlessly resolved, dissipating into thin air.
And Chu Fengmian stood there, barely exerting himself; with just a finger, he neutralized Han Ye's punch wind.
"What kind of technique is this? Little Yao King's punch wind was so easily blocked by this person?"
"A punch sent forth, a Thousand Changes, even for the Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor it would be difficult beyond measure; what level of strength is this?"
