A Peerless Prodigy Descends Upon the World

Kuang Du's mighty blow had weakened by seventy or eighty percent just as he struck. The white-robed youth, Chu Canglan, sent him flying a hundred meters with a single Great Hand Seal.

Fortunately, Kuang Du was an Iron Crotch Master, his inner and outer strength fused into one, his organs and skin protected by qi. He had suffered only minor injuries.

"How is that possible? What sorcery did you use?"

Kuang Du crashed into the water, then burst from its surface with a thunderous boom, droplets shooting straight into the heavens.

He landed once more before the others, facing the white-robed youth from afar.

At this moment, the nine-foot giant wore a face full of disbelief. Both his palms had twisted into a horrifying arc, but with a muffled grunt and a series of crisp cracks from his bones and joints, they swiftly returned to normal.

He could tell that his opponent's martial arts were formidable, but they should not have been enough to crush him so completely. Moreover, that strange sensation from before—of standing against heaven and earth, abandoned by all things beneath the sky—still lingered in his heart, leaving him with lingering fear.

"Sorcery? Hmph. The world is vast, the cosmos boundless. You warriors of the Nineteen Provinces are arrogant and unrestrained, thinking yourselves versed in the martial way, yet you are nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well.

"I did not even use my true skill in that palm strike, yet you took it for sorcery. Laughable. Truly laughable."

Chu Canglan shook his head disdainfully. His hands rested behind his white robes as waves suddenly surged beneath his feet, water spraying upward and lifting him several meters into the air.

He looked down upon Xiang Yang and the others, his majesty like prison walls