This was a process of comprehension, as well as one of learning and imitation.
Fan Lang released his Sky-Soaring Battle Intent. It was like a volcanic eruption, triggering violent tremors and causing the surrounding scenery to blur and distort.
He resonated with the hundred-zhang statue before him, as if an invisible bond had formed between them.
The statue, which had originally stood motionless and imposing, suddenly lit up its eyes as though it had come alive. Its resonance with Fan Lang grew even stronger, like a tiger's roar and a dragon's cry.
Fan Lang's battle intent took tangible form, condensing into a giant phantom above him that looked exactly like the statue.
"Conquer the starry skies, never rest until death!!!"
The giant phantom threw back its head and roared. Its voice shook the entire hall, striking everyone present and leaving their minds churning and their blood surging.
Fan Lang became the first person to comprehend this battle intent.
The entire hall erupted into an uproar. Countless gazes converged on Fan Lang, filled with astonishment.
Most people had never expected Fan Lang to be the first to succeed.
Not long ago, so many people had mocked Fan Lang and looked down on him as a lowborn and a Profound God.
Yet it was this very person they had despised who had far surpassed them and walked ahead of them.
If someone they looked down on had surpassed them, didn't that mean they were even more pathetic?
The words they had used to ridicule Fan Lang now became a form of self-mockery!
"That lowborn actually succeeded first!"
"His battle intent is exactly the same as the statue's!"
"It hasn't been long at all. How did he succeed so quickly?"
"Impossible! How could a Profound God comprehend it faster than someone at the