Zhu Qingsheng lay on the ground, covered in blood and unable to move.
He had merely been grazed by one of Shen Ye’s finger strikes, yet every bone in his body had shattered. Had Shen Ye actually struck him with the Vajra Finger, he would have been torn into shreds in an instant, leaving not a single intact bone behind.
Zhu Qingsheng gazed at the approaching Shen Ye with absolute, soul-trembling terror. He had never imagined a human could be this powerful; he looked like a deity among men. Shen Ye was no longer just a man—he was a Martial Saint!
Chapter 129