"Elder Jian, what a move!"
Wei Fan's arms went numb, his blood and qi churned. This old man looked as though he was halfway into his coffin, yet his flesh was even tougher than Wei Fan's, and his strength was terrifying beyond measure.
That chopping strike had been delivered casually, without employing willpower, martial skills, or any other means, yet it had nearly scattered the Great Dao patterns across Wei Fan's body.
"You brat, you're still holding back. Let this old man see your Earth Emperor Fist!"
Jian Fusheng changed his palm into a fist and punched at him.
There was no earthshaking display. The fist looked utterly ordinary, yet it felt even more terrifying to Wei Fan than before. In his sight, Jian Fusheng's fist seemed to fill heaven and earth, leaving room for nothing else.
"Good!"
The Hall of Stored Techniques contained martial arts collected by the Demon Hunter Organization over countless years. It could be called one of the Demon Hunter Organization's most important places, so Wei Fan was not worried about bringing the place down.
Besides, since this old man Jian Fusheng dared test his cultivation here, he surely knew this place could not be damaged.
Activating the Earth Emperor Fist's mental cultivation method, Wei Fan transformed his willpower into a blazing fist intent and threw out a punch as well.
Yet just like last time, Jian Fusheng still suppressed him with ease, cracks bursting across Wei Fan's fist.
"Earth Emperor Fist at major mastery? What kind of monster are you?"
Jian Fusheng looked as though he had seen a ghost, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. When Wei Fan had claimed last time that he had already comprehended the Earth Emperor Slaughter Saint Art and Earth Emperor Fist, Jian Fusheng had not believed