Chin!
As Ye Chen threw out the punch, the surrounding air was compressed. The friction between the fist and the surrounding air made an unbearably high pitched noise.
The incoming Ghost Corpse Zhen Qi tried to fight against it, but failed. It was instead sent backwards at an even faster speed. The Ghost Corpse Zhen Qi was completely restrained by the power of the tyrant fist. It was shrunk from its initial few meters size to a mere half meter width. It was just like a white light column tinged with grey.
"How could this happen? He was able to absorb and combine my Ghost Corpse Zhen Qi with his fist force?"
The evil man's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of his head. They were full of shock and desperation. Leaving him no time to react, the beam of light passed right through his body.
His body was cut in half and then it went up in flames. Eventually there was nothing but ashes left.