With a roar, the frigid punch wind bore down on the Blade Sister who had just slain Juetian.
If one were to judge solely by the force of the punch, it seemed even stronger than Bi Xuan's fist by a fraction. However, if one took into account the scorching flame power contained in Bi Xuan's fist, this punch seemed slightly inferior.
Ye Weiming gazed at this incoming punch wind but showed no intention of stepping in to block it for Blade Sister; Blade Sister herself also remained motionless.
Because, as the punch wind reached midway, a silver streak shot out from an angle, directly aimed at the punch wind. This streak of light was extremely fine yet exceptionally sharp, effortlessly piercing through the seemingly indomitable force of the punch and embedding itself within.
The next instant...
"Boom!"
