The blazing sun hung high overhead.
In the mountain forest, terrifying currents of air surged madly, shattering swathes of trees and brush.
Two figures with vastly different builds collided at high speed.
Lu Qing's Divine Form was nimble as a ghost. At the instant they were about to touch, he had already sprung from the ground, the folding fan in his hand slicing through the air like lightning and striking a thick wall.
More accurately, it was a person.
A crimson-black giant over six meters tall, built like an ancient savage beast.
Golden flames flickered rapidly in the crimson-black giant's gilt vertical pupils. Crimson-black scales rippled over his body as his two massive hands smashed toward Lu Qing like warhammers.
Lu Qing flashed aside, evading the two huge hands like a ghost.
The folding fan in his hand struck Lin Sheng's body in a rapid barrage, like raindrops.
Every strike of the folding fan left a deep indentation in that enormous body.
Yet in the blink of an eye, it recovered completely, as though it had never existed.
In just a few breaths, Lu Qing had launched dozens of attacks, every one striking his opponent precisely.
Yet the other party seemed entirely unaffected, merely throwing wild punches at him.
Such terrifying defense and regenerative power deeply shocked Lu Qing.
He had not expected the other party to truly withstand his attacks.
Although he had entered the Grandmaster realm only a few years ago, his cultivation had already reached perfection, opening a gulf as vast as a chasm between himself and Divine Form peak martial artists.
Yet this youth before him had not even entered Divine Form, and he could already accomplish this much.
If word of such a thing spread, it would be more than merely shocking. Even he, who