To Jiao Ming, Xu Yan's strength was indeed surprising, yet the idea that Xu Yan could kill him with three swords was sheer lunacy.
After all, Jiao Ming had been cultivating a powerful fist technique from his faction.
Its power was formidable, with each punch surrounded by a sea of starlight, resembling falling stars, containing within them, the power of destruction.
Though he was only a beginner in this technique, and his destructive power was not at its strongest, he believed that destroying the illusory scene created by Xu Yan would pose no problem whatsoever.
In the Lesser Heavenly Realm, Jiao Ming might not have been the strongest, but he was definitely not the weakest either.
With full confidence, he unleashed a punch, one strong enough to destroy the illusory image. Then he planned to seize this opportunity to launch a powerful offensive to suppress his opponent!
Whooosh!
A light breeze brushed past Jiao Ming. He was taken aback. Where did this wind come from?