Silence, utter silence, the epitome of stillness.
Da Yi's pupils were fixed, and his spirit trembled slightly at this moment. As he looked up at Ye Xuan, he saw Ye Xuan smiling at him with a grin that suddenly stirred a terrifying fear of life and death within him.
Retreat!
Without any hesitation, nor daring to linger, Da Yi intended to leave Ye Xuan's side immediately. But before he could make a move, Ye Xuan had already lifted his jade-like palm and smacked it down toward him amidst his horrified gaze.
Bang!
Like the Nine Heavens Star River hanging inversely, like the Primordial Divine Mountain falling, Ye Xuan struck Da Yi's face with a palm, and with a loud blast, Da Yi's half-face was shattered and obliterated, with several bloodied teeth scattering around; his body flew like a ball kicked away.
Witch Blood scattered across the starry sky, with each meteor being pierced through by Da Yi's flesh until he came to a slow halt a million miles away.
