But no matter how hard Ye Qingchen tried, his Qingfeng Sword would always be deflected by the fan. Even when he activated his Dual Pupil Martial Soul, he couldn't sense the Saint Heir using the slightest bit of Spiritual Energy.
Ye Qingchen looked at the Saint Heir in bewilderment. It was the most helpless he had felt since birth.
The Saint Heir gave a faint smile and spoke, "Now you understand just how insignificant you are before me, don't you? It's not just that I am in the Martial King Realm while you are in the Martial Spirit Realm. Even if we were both Martial Kings, it would only take me a thought to kill you."
Ye Qingchen took a deep breath and declared, "Since you're so confident, then I will fight you with the strength of a Martial King!"
After Ye Qingchen spoke, the surrounding Spiritual Energy began to gather toward him rapidly, forming a terrifying vortex over his head with a diameter of over ten meters.
