Just How Powerful Will He Become?

Every heavy punch Bai Qi threw, every flash of his blade, seemed to have been written into Li Tian's expectations in advance;

His rhythm had long since fallen apart; before a move could even emerge, it had already been predicted;

Unable to advance or retreat properly, his offense and defense thrown off balance, the entire exchange flowed from beginning to end at Li Tian's fingertips.

In truth, Li Tian had not only suppressed his mana—he had deliberately reined in the strength of his physical body as well, keeping it merely level with Bai Qi's.

Yet he cultivated the Primordial Chaos Creation Technique. His sinews and bones had long been tempered to the realm of a Chaos Godfiend—

With his body alone, he could crush a Heavenly Dao Saint!

Against Bai Qi, who was still circling within the True Immortal realm? If he truly let loose, not even ashes would remain after a single breath.

"How... is that possible?!"

The longer Bai Qi fought, the more stifled and shocked he became.

His fists clearly stirred the wind, his blade strokes split the air, yet when they struck Li Tian, it was like hitting a bottomless abyss—soft, silent, yielding no response;

He could not even touch so much as a scrap of his opponent's sleeve.

He suddenly realized—

If Li Tian wanted to defeat him, he would not need to wait for a second move.

Every motion he made had long been invisibly guided and quietly controlled by the other man, Like a puppet on strings, even his breathing could not escape the measure of those eyes.

Just what kind of martial realm was this, to have reached such a pinnacle?!

His heart churned like storm-tossed seas, filled with disbelief.

At the edge of the field, Ying Zheng and the others held