Ye Chen felt the presence of that punch, yet his expression remained largely unchanged.
In the blink of an eye, the fist was already upon him.
However, it stopped just inches away from Ye Chen. A transparent barrier appeared around his body, blocking Han Zhengmin’s strike.
No matter how much force Han Zhengmin exerted, he could not push his fist a single millimeter further.
"This... impossible. Your aura?"
Han Zhengmin gritted his teeth, his face turning bright red from the strain, looking utterly wretched. He tried to pull his fist back, only to discover that it was held by an inexplicable force. He couldn't retreat; he was trapped in place, anchored by that mysterious power.
"My aura—you still haven't sensed it, have you?" Ye Chen asked softly.
Han Zhengmin subconsciously started to nod.
"That is because, given your level of martial cultivation, you are not worthy!" Ye Chen said coldly.
Chapter 260