The disciples of the Northern Garden began to murmur, each of them rushing toward the source of the surging energy.
A single sword strike descended, dissipating the sword qi. Shi Hao’s tiger-roaring fist wind was similarly shattered, causing him to lose his balance and stumble back dozens of steps, his entire arm numb from the impact. Although the strike hadn't injured him, it left Shi Hao’s heart in a state of shock.
After several exchanges, he found that he was still no match for Ye Chen, consistently suppressed and forced onto the defensive. The expression on his face turned incredibly grim, but with nothing else to say, he was forced to swallow his pride and keep his frustrations to himself.
Chapter 872