This was what it meant to break in through the door.
Fan Lang himself remained perfectly calm, but Zhou Fan beside him could not stay calm at all. His eyes widened in astonishment.
Fan Lang took the lead and strode inside.
Zhou Fan came to his senses and hurried after him, silently groaning as he worried that this would bring trouble.
Beyond the door lay another world—a Small World with mountains, water, forests, and quite a few buildings. One of them was a tall tower, with a plaque hanging from its peak bearing the words "Fist Faction."
Tracing its origins, this sect had been around for quite some time.
When Zhou Fan had knocked earlier, the people behind the door had not failed to hear him. They had simply deliberately refused to open it. Now that Fan Lang had forced his way in, it caused a huge uproar.
"Set up the formation! Quickly, set up the formation!"
"This outsider has broken in!"
"Our gate was so sturdy! How did he smash it with one punch?"
"The visitor means trouble!"
"It's over. We're finished now."
There were tens of thousands of Fist Faction members in the Small World beyond the door. Terrified and uneasy, they were personally led by an old man as they set up a formation. Within it, an enormous glowing fist rose into the air.
True to its name, even the Fist Faction's formation had something to do with fists.
Fan Lang examined the formation and genuinely felt as though he were watching elementary school students solve math problems. In his eyes, this formation was child's play, utterly incapable of withstanding a blow.
As for those setting up the formation, every one of them was pitifully weak. Their realms were all low, and the strongest was only at