Frenzied Beating

"You dared to get distracted while fighting me? You're courting death." Lu Yuan appeared, his calm voice ringing out.

Lu Yuan's expression was cold, and his eyes carried a trace of chill.

Those two trash, Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng, were truly amusing. They clearly knew how strong he was, yet while fighting him, they still had the mind to worry about others. They really didn't know how the word "death" was written.

"Little San!" Seeing Tang San sent flying by a single punch from Lu Yuan, blood spilling from his mouth, Grandmaster could not help but rise to his feet with a cry of alarm, disbelief written across his face.

This was not scientific. Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul was already powerful to begin with, and after being fitted with five ten-thousand-year spirit rings, it had reached a weight of three thousand jin. Combined with Tang San's full-force eruption, his aura was comparable to that of a low-level Spirit Sage, and he had even used the ten-thousand-year spirit skill of his first spirit ring.

Even if Lu Yuan himself was powerful and Tang San was no match for him, it should not have turned out like this. Tang San had been blasted away by just one punch and even injured. They were completely on different levels.

Just how strong was Lu Yuan? Had he already surpassed the realm of a Spirit Sage?

Grandmaster found it difficult to understand. That was impossible. Lu Yuan was only fourteen years old. Based on his previous cultivation speed, he should at most have been a Soul King.

A Soul King comparable to a Soul Douluo?

Grandmaster did not believe it. He felt that Tang San must have underestimated Lu Yuan just now and had not used his full strength. Yes, that