Just one move!
Belte had unleashed his strongest Thunderstorm state, an attack comparable to an Ancient One's, yet Yi Beidou sent him flying with ease!
The few people behind Zeno stared, their mouths slightly agape. For a moment, the scene was utterly silent.
Cheng Zhihong took a deep breath. 'As expected. His power has become even more terrifying since he left Penglai Immortal Mountain.'
What concerned him even more, however, was the attitude Yi Beidou had displayed.
The intensity of that last strike seemed to go far beyond a simple spar.
Even Meng Qianyuan swallowed nervously.
He had expected Belte to reap what he sowed, but he hadn't thought Mr. Yi would be so merciless.
Zeno's eyes narrowed as well. He looked toward where Belte had landed, and his expression changed once more.
Belte was lying on the ground, his chest heaving as blood spurted from his mouth and nose. He couldn't even get back up.
"You two, go check on him."
