"His strength could uproot mountains, his spirit overshadowed the world"—those words were used to describe the extreme bravery of mortals.
Yet even for immortal cultivators, who could ride clouds and command mist, who could move mountains and overturn seas, destroying a thousand-zhang peak was easy—but trying to lift one was almost impossible.
A mountain weighed far more than tens of millions of jin.
To raise it high above one's head required strength so great it was simply inconceivable, and the toughness of the physical body needed was likewise difficult to imagine.
Even a Demon Race expert at the late Lihe stage would most likely be unable to accomplish such a thing. Could this fellow before them be some kind of monster?
The three Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators were all dumbstruck. Within the light screen, the other cultivators of Poison Dragon Island were even more terrified, their courage shattered and their souls splitting.
One after another, every one of them froze.
Then they watched as that thousand-zhang giant mountain slowly rose like the Sun.
Beneath the mountain peak, Lin Xuan held both hands high above his head.
Yet compared to the bulk of an entire mountain, he was so small he was practically an ant.
And yet this contrast only shook everyone's hearts and souls all the more.
A single person lifting a mountain gave people the feeling that he was an ancient deity.
What did a late Lihe Demon Race expert count for? Over these two hundred years, Lin Xuan had continuously consumed Qilin Fruit, had never neglected the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Art, and with his diligent, unceasing practice of the Dragon-Elephant Demon-Subduing Technique, the strength of his physical body had reached an inconceivable level, while his raw power had naturally advanced in tandem.
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