The sudden sense of crisis made every nerve in Ye Guan's body tense up. He abruptly turned around, gripping the Qingxuan Sword tightly in his right hand. He looked like a fierce tiger poised to strike as his sharp gaze locked onto the distance, where the very fabric of spacetime was torn open.0

A phantom shot out from the rift, and its overwhelming aura crashed down on him, making him feel suffocated.0

Ye Guan's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he flicked his wrist and slashed down with his sword.0

Boom!0

The sword light shattered instantly. Ye Guan was sent flying thousands of meters away, and the moment he stopped, his body split open, fresh blood spraying from his wounds.0

"Impudent!" someone roared; it was the Upper God. The next moment, a massive fist imprint flew toward the afterimage. However, the figure didn't dodge. Instead, they countered with a punch of their own.0

Boom!0

Both fist lights exploded upon collision!0

The Upper God's face darkened in disbelief. His fist force and intent were actually...0