Under the gaze of countless disbelieving eyes, the scene of the blade and fist striking each other seemed to happen in slow motion.

    Ye Qingyu's fist, advanced further inch by inch. It was like he had struck a log of rotten wood. The golden blade that was at the pinnacle of a Treasure tool was turned into smithereens bit by bit. There were formations flickering on the edge of the blade, and disappeared like a snapped chain. It dimmed and was destroyed, disappearing in the air.

    The toughness of the fist was incomparable.

    Just how powerful was a blade at the Treasure tool state that was being fully activated by an expert at the peak of the Bitter Sea stage?

    Enough to make an army fall, enough to make the landscape change, enough to make the sun and moon lose it's luster...

    But it could not make this fist that was made from blood and flesh retreat...

    Not to mention able to hack apart this fist.

    It even had no way of leaving a white scar on the fist

    It could not even slice apart one small hair on the fist.

    The golden glimmer broke apart, scattered, destroyed, and disappeared in a way that no one expected.

    The Golden Moon Blade, destroyed.

    The person wielding the blade, defeated.

    HIs palm was crushed into pieces, his arm breaking...