Ye Feng's True Essence Wind Blade swept past Daoist Ye Ke's side. Daoist Ye Ke didn't even have the time to react before his arm was severed by Ye Feng's True Essence Wind Blade, thrown high into the air, and then fell to the ground.
Zhang Qing trembled all over, pupils dilated, eyes wide open. He had never dreamt that this young man, who looked several years his junior, would possess such formidable strength.
With a mere wave of his hand, Ye Feng had effortlessly cut off the arm of a Grandmaster at Innate Perfection.
Daoist Ye Ke stood still, large beads of sweat rolled down, his face filled with shock.
At that moment, he finally realized just how vast the gulf between his and Ye Feng's strength was; they were not on the same level at all. If Ye Feng wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as crushing an ant.
