Xiang Shaoyun's finger was akin to a pillar capable of supporting the sky, so powerful that it could cause one's hair to stand on end. The sovereign-grade scimitar had its scimitar ray shattered with one jab. Even the blade cracked and broke into pieces. Hu You was stunned. Was a feat like this even possible?

"What a shitty blade," said Xiang Shaoyun as he gave Hu You his middle finger with a look of contempt.

Hu You stared at the incredibly young man before him with disbelief. When he saw the joy in Hu Meihui's eyes, fury flooded his heart. He roared, "You think nobody can defeat you just because you have a strong body? Witness...