Next second, he was directly in front of Zhao Bing, swinging his fist, heavily smashing toward Zhao Bing's head.
Zhao Bing was stunned; he had not anticipated that Ye Ling, who had just been standing still, would suddenly appear before him, delivering a lethal punch.
"Hmph, mere child's play!"
Zhao Bing snorted coldly, his right arm quickly stretching out to grab Ye Ling's fist.
His hands were extremely sharp claws, which also contained a potent poison that could instantly corrode an enemy's body and absorb their cultivation level and soul power.
Ye Ling's lips curled into an evil smile; he had long wanted to take action against Zhao Bing. Zhao Bing's strength was indeed formidable, certainly not just an ordinary peak of the Heavenly Realm.
Yet, even so, Ye Ling did not regard him highly.
After Zhao Bing's claws caught Ye Ling's fist, his face instantly contorted with shock as he felt as though he had struck steel, feeling a terrifying force.