Shi Pojun's strength was no empty boast. Chen Fei recalled vaguely hearing rumors of Shi Pojun's past exploits.
He had once clashed head-on with a true Great Cang Realm Late Stage powerhouse over the ownership of the core of a certain secret realm.
That had been no simple sparring match or test. The two had fought atop a raging river, their cultivation arts colliding and their Dao Domains crashing together, stirring up furious waves across hundreds of thousands of miles.
Although Shi Pojun's cultivation had only been at the half-step late stage, he had pushed his baleful body-tempering art and the violent power granted by that half portion of High-grade Status Spiritual Material to their limits. For a short time, he had fought the late-stage powerhouse blow for blow, shattering several stretches of riverbank and evaporating vast swathes of water.
In the end, although Shi Pojun had fallen short in strength, he had still found a sliver of life and successfully escaped unharmed.
In a life-and-death struggle with an obvious gap in realms, it was already a blessing beyond measure for the weaker party to preserve their life and flee. Yet Shi Pojun had not only held on for a long time, but successfully escaped after his opponent had taken control of the situation. That alone spoke volumes.
This meant that Shi Pojun not only possessed frontal assault power beyond that of an ordinary mid-stage cultivator; his life-preserving methods, adaptability in the moment, and even that ruthlessness and resilience to seek life amid certain death made him no easy opponent.
That half portion of spiritual material might have been wasted, but it had indeed given Shi Pojun formidable combat strength and the capital to survive.
In the distance, Shi Pojun's gaze was like a sharpened blade, imperceptibly scraping across Chen