Chapter 1041: Tremor
The hook-nosed Daoist flipped his palm.
Myriad breaths turned into a breeze.
Yu Ren Zheng's eyes flew wide open, revealing an expression of utter disbelief.
He had never expected the young man before him to sweep away his oppressive spiritual aura so casually.
That move was absolutely not something someone of the same realm could accomplish.
Even against Yang Xingtian of the Heavenly Yang Divine Sect, the other man could not possibly have been so composed.
Back then, within the territory of the Yu Family in the Eastern Wasteland, he had contended with Yang Xingtian at the cultivation of the Second Step. After suffering an accidental defeat, he could only withdraw. From then on, he strove furiously, refining the inheritance of the Sun God and thereby entering the Third Step Saint realm.
Yet here, an unfamiliar stranger had effortlessly dispelled his divine might.
Yu Ren Zheng rose and cupped his hands. "May I ask what illustrious senior you are?"
Wu Rong smiled. "I have met disciples from many great sects, great clans, and great powers. You are the most courteous among them."
"You flatter me, Senior." Yu Ren Zheng chuckled.
Though Void Saints and True Saints appeared to differ by only one word, in truth they were as far apart as heaven and earth.
Before such a highly cultivated expert, Yu Ren Zheng naturally did not dare display his nobleman's temper. Besides, when he had competed against the countless geniuses of the Eastern Wasteland in his younger days, much of his spirit had been ground away.
Once one had seen genuine senior masters, one inevitably compared oneself to them. At times, one could not help but sigh that one was inferior.
"I am no master, merely an idle cloud and wild crane. Coming here without first paying