The two exchanged a punch, then both retreated several steps. Violent Primordial Qi overflowed, spreading outwards before dissipating.
Wen Qingye and Yao Chijian both gasped for breath, staring at each other.
"Incredible! How incredible!" Yao Chijian's gray hair was slightly disheveled. He laughed heartily, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye, blazing with a frenzied battlelust.
Although Wen Qingye's forehead was covered in sweat, his arms trembled violently, and a dull pain throbbed in his gut, his expression remained proud and defiant.
Yao Chijian couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at Wen Qingye. 'What a pity. If only this boy were a member of my Yao Family.' He glanced over at Yao Qi and sighed helplessly. The gap between the two was as wide as heaven and earth.
