Setting aside Ziyuan and Blood Dust, the two Celestial masters locked in fierce confrontation, those besieging Fanputi were also among the Demon Sect's most gifted and promising young masters of the current generation: Linglong, Lu Chunwang, the Cloud Sea Holy Son, Yan Hongxue, Demon Sword Zhang Fei...
With so many masters, each blessed with extraordinary potential and peerless combat strength, even a Celestial master would have to avoid their edge, lest they be instantly slain and crushed into a paste of flesh.
Yet Fanputi's performance was stunning and heart-pounding, enough to earn unceasing praise.
He remained where Ziyuan's body had stood before, two zhang away. Facing the web of force interwoven from every direction, powerful enough to kill a Celestial master, he emitted a faint halo of light. Sharp radiance burst from his eyes, and his mind had never been more focused.
As he moved with his footwork, both arms danced. At times his hands formed palms, at others fingers. His monk's robe billowed, and specks of golden starlight bloomed. He diverted force, redirected force, borrowed force, transformed force, and occasionally evaded with movements as swift as thunder and lightning.
The vast web of force spread across the heavens, enough to flatten a small mountain, yet beneath Fanputi's transcendent martial attainments, it dissolved into nothing. Even when one or two streams of force slipped around his defenses, they could not break through his protective true qi.
"Hiss! Fanputi's martial arts are formidable. Everyone, be careful."
Seeing Fanputi display such shocking prowess, many grew fearful. Not only did he possess power surpassing theirs, but such exquisite skill and attainment as well. How were they supposed to fight him?
Riding the momentum Blood Dust had created earlier, they had rushed forward as one. They had believed that no Innate master could withstand