High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

A moment later, Yao Qianwei clenched his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging, as if at this moment, the anger in the heart of this grandmaster-level expert finally erupted like a volcano, and could no longer be contained.

Finally, he clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination and anger, and suddenly, a heavy punch slammed into the roof beneath his feet like a thunderclap.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, as if a massive object had fallen from the sky and slammed into the ground. The Shao family villa, unable to withstand the terrifying force, instantly began to collapse, scattering rubble and debris everywhere.

Upon seeing this, Ye Chu was slightly taken aback. Then, a huge cloud of dust rose up like a whirlwind, sweeping over and instantly enveloping him in a hazy mist. When the dust settled, Yao Qianwei's figure appeared before him like a ghost, raising his fist to strike.

This time, Yao Qianwei's grandmaster aura swept out completely. His fist wind was like a knife, extremely sharp, and his momentum was as mighty as a raging torrent in the sky, making people feel despair and almost suffocating.

Ye Chu's expression changed drastically, his fear evident. He strained with all his might, crossing his arms in an attempt to block the overwhelming attack.

However, how could he possibly challenge Yao Qianwei's strength?

With a flash of fist, Ye Chu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily to the ground like a cannonball, raising a cloud of dust.

Ye Chu felt a surge of turmoil in his chest, his blood rushing uncontrollably, and he finally couldn't suppress it, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood, crimson as the sunset, splattered onto the dust, a truly shocking sight.

He endured the excruciating pain and barely managed to lift his head. What he saw was a horrifying wound on his chest, with his ribs broken inch by inch. The sharp pain was like needles, instantly pulling him back to reality from his hazy state.

At this moment, Ye Chu truly felt how awe-inspiring and terrifying the strength of the Grandmaster in front of him was.

Below the level of a grandmaster, all are like ants; this saying is indeed true. The difference in strength is like a chasm.

However, Ye Chu was not one to be easily subdued. A brilliant light shone from between his brows, as if he could absorb every wisp of spiritual energy in the world, condensing it into his body, and using his energy as a brush to outline a breathtaking form—

The divine eye suddenly opened!

This is not only the awakening of pupil techniques, but also the ultimate blossoming of will and power.

Despite the waves of weakness coursing through his body, Ye Chu clenched his teeth. Though his body swayed like a candle in the wind, his heart remained as firm as a rock, and the fire of his will burned fiercely in his chest.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chu gripped the White Dragon Spear tightly in his hand. The spear shimmered with silver light, like a dragon emerging from the sea, exuding an aura of formidable power.

He gave a low groan, the tip of his spear slicing through the air with a deafening roar, unleashing his ultimate technique—

"Thunderous Eight Trigrams!"

In an instant, gun shadows appeared one after another, lightning flashed, and the shape of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) was hidden within them. Each strike contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and the power of thunder struck straight into the sky, determined to break through the predicament before them in one fell swoop.

In an instant, the sky cracked, and a huge bolt of lightning, like an angry dragon dancing wildly, was draped in purple lightning and carried a deafening roar. Suddenly, it poured towards Yao Qianwei with an unstoppable force.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning flashed and changed in an instant. The power of the thunder was terrifying to the extreme, as if it would devour all living beings into endless darkness and destruction.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, Yao Qianwei's state of mind had undergone a tremendous change.

He no longer hesitated or held back; the power of a grandmaster erupted completely at this moment!

An immense power surged within him, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

As Yao Qian unleashed his final punch, the entire space seemed to tremble.

Endless explosions raged outwards, like a violent storm, sweeping across every inch of land, almost leveling the ancient home of the Yao family.

At this moment, Yao Qianwei's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the intertwined thunder and roaring air explosions, as if surrounded by the most primal power in the world.

He was like a war god standing tall in the vast universe, upright and fearless, facing the endless, wildly dancing thunder.

The lightning, though fierce, seemed unable to touch him at all, only creating faint ripples around him.

Immediately afterwards, Yao Qianwei slowly clenched his fist with one hand, assuming a skillful and steady fist stance.

Grandmaster-level experts have long since reached a state of returning to simplicity, no longer needing those complicated, flashy, and superficial techniques. For them, true power is often hidden in the most unadorned and simple movements.

Thus, his punch, though simple, contained earth-shattering power.

As the wind from the punch whistled out, the surrounding dust seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and instantly dispersed without a trace.

A dull thud followed, and Ye Chu was once again violently sent flying by this irresistible force.

His figure traced a long arc in the air, accompanied by a series of chilling sounds of bones shattering—his body's final groan under the extreme impact.

Wu Hongdao's lips moved slightly, his face remained calm, but he was secretly muttering to himself.

Ye Chu, this young man full of vigor and ambition, has actually managed to fight a Grandmaster-level expert to this extent, which is truly remarkable.

Today's setback may be a wake-up call for him, and not necessarily a bad thing.

Let this defeat become an opportunity for him to realize the profound truth that "there are always people better than you."

After all, Ye Chu's previous path of cultivation had been too smooth and easy, without ever truly experiencing the trials and tribulations of life. Now, having tasted setbacks, it is undoubtedly a rare opportunity for him to hone his skills and grow, which may enable him to be more persevering and steadily progress on his future path of cultivation.

Immediately, with the infusion of powerful internal energy, Wu Hongdao's voice resonated like a morning bell and evening drum, echoing endlessly.

"An hour has passed, and everything has settled down."

His words were calm and forceful. However, Luo Shengdao's face was filled with dissatisfaction and resentment, his brows furrowed and his anger blazing.

Although the sky was already turning a pale white, the rising sun was slow to reveal itself, as if it were bound by the mountains.

"I didn't see the sunrise, so how is it over?"

Luo Shengdao shouted loudly, his voice filled with a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness.

Upon hearing this, Wu Hongdao's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile filled with endless mockery and contempt.

Immediately afterwards, he seemingly casually threw a punch, the force of which was fierce, sweeping out like a storm.

To everyone's astonishment, the distant mountain peak was leveled by his single punch, sending boulders flying and dust billowing everywhere.

At that very moment, the rising sun, which had been hidden by the mountains, suddenly burst forth, its golden rays illuminating the entire world.

Immediately, Wu Hongdao let out a cold laugh.

"The sun is rising now."