"At the Martial King Seventh Layer, Wei Fan could already stand against a Martial King Ninth Layer expert from the Zhilan Sect—and one from the second tier of Martial Kings at that!"
Someone in the distance sucked in a sharp breath. This place was not far from Yinchuan City, and many Martial Kings who had evacuated from Thunder Mountain had risen into the sky, happening to witness Wei Fan repel the giant hand.
In their previous exchange, the two had been evenly matched. It had been impossible to tell who was stronger.
"This man must cultivate a peerless cultivation method. Otherwise, there was no way he could be this fierce. No matter how outstanding one's talent, it needed a matching cultivation method to unleash its potential. I just wonder which cultivation method he practiced."
It was not difficult for outsiders to infer such things from Wei Fan's performance.
However, every person who comprehended the Three Sovereigns Scripture derived a different cultivation method from it, so no one could recognize it.
"You can't keep me? We'll see who kills whom!"
Wei Fan let out a long howl, his fighting intent surging. Only battles that brought pressure were truly satisfying.
With a tremor of strength, he shot straight into the clouds to fight Fang Nanfei.
"Earlier, I only used seventy or eighty percent of my strength!"
Fang Nanfei grabbed at the void, and a longsword radiating chilling divine light appeared in his hand. Its sharp cry rang across the heavens.
The Zhilan Sect's supreme art—the Void Condensing Sword Art!
In his hands, the power of this art was utterly incomparable to when Hou Zhijie had used it that day. The divine sword in his hand seemed not to be condensed from power at all, but a tangible object, even bearing all manner