No ordinary strength could withstand this. Only those with deep comprehension of the very fundamentals of power could endure. Any weakness, any flaw in insight, and death would come swiftly, and this death would be a complete one, in body and spirit. Not a trace would be left.0

This was a true demon. Every attack was the embodiment of the most sinister and terrifying laws of nature. And yet, outwardly, it was just a casual flick of the finger.0

Only now did Zhao Changhe understand why, when Ye Wuming was tasked with suppressing Ye Jiuyou in the past, their battles seemed so still, so quiet. It was as if they were just sitting and chatting. Back then, he had not been able to perceive what was truly happening. He now realized fully that while their duels contained no fists or blades, there were momentous clashes of wills and principles, carried in glances and breaths.0

But now, Zhao Changhe met that finger head-on. His blade was deflected, but in the very next instant, his left hand flicked, and River of Stars...0