This sudden twist made Wan Zhen secretly delighted, despite his injured hands.
"Let's see how arrogant you are without your saber!"
In Wan Zhen's view, the main reason this young man dared to face him with his Fifth Realm cultivation was his exceptional saber technique.
But now that his saber was broken, it was like a fierce tiger without fangs and claws, significantly reducing its threat.
At that moment, Zhao Ya casually discarded the saber hilt and threw a punch.
Wan Zhen gave a sinister sneer, thinking Zhao Ya must be at the end of his wits; otherwise, why would he use such a foolish move?
Daring to use his fist against someone with the Black Iron Palm, wasn't he courting death?
Wan Zhen raised his palm to meet the attack, planning to finish off this young man within three moves.
But the next instant, Zhao Ya's fist suddenly accelerated, charging with extreme force and fierceness.
Caught off guard, Wan Zhen took the full blow of the punch.
Boom!
