"Master, I'll go and deal with this old man." Ai Lebeila knew that Zhang Fan was inconvenient to act, so she offered.
After cultivating by Zhang Fan's side for some time, her current strength was enough to fight against a peak Saint realm expert. Although she couldn't guarantee defeating Ye Wen, if she showed her strength, Ye Wen should retreat.
"Forget it. I see this old man is very stubborn, and it will probably be difficult to get a result in a short time even if you make a move."
"I'll handle it myself."
As Zhang Fan spoke, he took a step forward, squinted at the short, stout old man, and said, "It seems you're unwilling to leave on your own, so I'll have to help you."
"This brat..."
The Saints from the other major factions saw Zhang Fan preparing to attack Ye Wen and sneered in their hearts, thinking Zhang Fan was too arrogant.
Who was Ye Wen?
He was a super expert at the peak Saint realm. Even most of the leaders of the major factions were only at this level. Although this young man from Huaxia was talented, he was still too far from challenging Ye Wen.
"You help me?"
Ye Wen shook his large, round head. A hint of ferocity appeared on his face, which was as round as a flat cake. "If you're looking for death, don't blame me."
Ye Wen raised his palm and slammed it towards Zhang Fan. He didn't use any moves, relying on the vast true qi stirred up by his profound cultivation, which made everyone present feel pressure.
"This old man also cultivates true qi. His strength is indeed very strong. If it were me, I probably couldn't even block this casual palm strike of his."
"What a pity..."
Yi Feicheng shook his head, feeling a great pity.
"The older generation of the Daquan Gang are mostly native Huaxians. Later, forced by circumstances, they left Huaxia and developed overseas."
"They naturally cultivate true qi. Even among the younger generation of the Daquan Gang today, many cultivate true qi. Relatively speaking, martial artists who cultivate energy are still a minority in the Daquan Gang."
Ge Qing explained from the side.
Just as they were talking, the short, stout old man's palm finally fell, striking Zhang Fan's head fiercely.
Due to the intense impact, an energy wave formed and spread outwards, kicking up dust and blurring Zhang Fan's figure.
"Could he have been killed by just one palm strike?"
The sea breeze blew, and the dust dissipated, revealing a tall, straight figure.
Despite the swirling sand and dust around him, Zhang Fan was spotless. He stared at the somewhat grim-faced short, stout old man and chuckled, "With just this much strength, you dare to show off in front of me!"
"Since I've taken a palm strike from you, why don't you try taking one from me?"
Zhang Fan, adhering to the principle of reciprocity, struck out with a palm at the short, stout old man.
It seemed like a casual palm strike, but as he moved, the sky seemed to dim a bit. Vast energy quickly gathered, forming a gigantic palm print that blotted out the sun and covered the short, stout old man.
"What is this?"
"A God realm expert?"
"This young man is actually a God realm expert?"
As soon as Zhang Fan made a move, he drew upon the energy of heaven and earth to gather, forming a terrifying might that made everyone present feel suffocated and breathless.
At Zhang Fan's age, cultivating to the Saint realm would already make him a rare genius once in a hundred years...
But when Zhang Fan truly revealed his full strength, they finally understood how terrifying this young man from Huaxia was.
"I know who he is!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "He must be that Huaxia God realm expert who killed Cesis of the Holy See, known as Master Zhang."
"It's him!"
Everyone present was of extraordinary status and well-informed, so they had naturally heard some rumors about Zhang Fan's battle with the Holy See.
Legend had it that Zhang Fan fought two Saints of the Holy See alone, not only defeating them easily but also killing one.
Although the two Saints of the Holy See were only at the late Saint realm, they were in the Holy See and possessed many unique techniques, making their combat power comparable to peak Saints.
Zhang Fan's ability to fight two opponents and kill one, while forcing the other to flee in disarray, led many to conclude that Zhang Fan had likely broken through to the God realm at that time.
Of course, many remained skeptical, as Zhang Fan was rumored to be only a Huaxia youth in his early twenties, so how could he possess such power?
A God realm expert in his twenties, let alone seen, had never even been heard of.
But now...
"He's actually a God realm expert!" Ye Wen's face turned extremely ugly. He never dreamed he would encounter such a thing.
At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else. Facing Zhang Fan's casual palm strike, he felt immense pressure and didn't dare to hold back in the slightest.
"Unchanging Saint Hand!"
Although Ye Wen looked short, stout, and ordinary, easily overlooked, at this moment, he appeared extremely radiant.
Two balls of silvery-white light appeared between Ye Wen's fat palms, as if he were holding two small suns, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at Ye Wen's hands.
"Unchanging Saint Hand Ye Wen! I didn't expect to see Ye Wen's signature move here. Legend has it that he once used this ultimate skill to exchange a palm strike with a God realm expert from the Golden Temple and was unharmed. I wonder if he can withstand this palm strike from Master Zhang?"
Someone was quite excited. As a peak Saint realm figure, only one step away from the God realm, Ye Wen had a record of fighting against God realm experts.
With this Unchanging Saint Hand, he had once directly clashed with a God realm expert from the Golden Temple and was unharmed, which led Ye Wen to be known as "Unchanging Saint Hand" in the outside world. This was not only the name of his ultimate skill but also a title he bore, representing honor.
In an instant, the palm print Zhang Fan had unleashed fell upon Ye Wen. Ye Wen roared, and the two palms, like small suns, were thrust forward, colliding with the gigantic palm print.
Ye Wen's resistance was completely ineffective. When the two collided, everyone heard the cracking sound of bones breaking.
Then, Ye Wen's already short and stout body seemed to become even rounder, almost squeezed into a ball.
Like a destructive force, Ye Wen's Unchanging Saint Hand was instantly shattered. He was slammed into the ground, creating a sunken palm print about three zhang wide around him.
Ye Wen lay in the sunken palm print, unable to move, his life or death unknown.
"Wasn't Ye Wen's Unchanging Saint Hand capable of clashing with God realm experts before? Why does it look so weak? He can't even withstand a casual palm strike from Master Zhang."
"It's not that Ye Wen is too weak, but that this Master Zhang is too strong. His strength has likely reached at least the late God realm. Even an ordinary God realm expert would be injured by his casual palm strike, let alone Ye Wen who hasn't broken through to the God realm yet. This Master Zhang is truly terrifying."
"Late God realm? Ye Wen is really too unlucky. He picked a fight with such an unparalleled expert. The Daquan Gang is truly out of luck this time."
Everyone felt a little sympathetic to Ye Wen's plight but was more impressed by Zhang Fan's immense power.
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