Eggshell Cracking

"Since that's the case, then I'll have to accept your offer, Brother Li."

Faced with Tong Li's provocation, Li Zhōujūn said calmly.

"Bold." Tong Li gave Li Zhōujūn an approving glance, then reminded him, "Then catch one strike from my fan."

The moment Tong Li finished speaking, he hurled the folding fan from his hand. Although it looked ordinary, the rapidly spinning fan cleaved a path through the black void.

The many cultivators present all changed color at the sight.

Even Chen Lingxi broke out in a cold sweat. If she were the one trying to catch that strike, she would never be able to withstand it, even with her toes. The instant she touched the fan, it would probably split her in two.

Gong Zining, Li Xin, and Su Shenhua all watched Li Zhōujūn nervously.

The other cultivators, like Ping Wanyu, were all unoptimistic about Li Zhōujūn facing Tong Li's casually thrown fan.

"Although Li Zhōujūn is a monster, that strike is far too terrifying. I wonder if he can catch it."

"Whether he can catch it or not, the fact that he can make the Crown Prince of the Shentong Dynasty look at him with newfound respect means he's already reached a level we can't even touch."

The cultivators discussed among themselves.

Facing the incoming fan, Li Zhōujūn finally made his move.

Li Zhōujūn merely extended his large hand forward and caught it with ease—the supposedly unstoppable strike from Tong Li's fan, at least in the eyes of the watching cultivators.

After examining the folding fan, Li Zhōujūn tossed it back to Tong Li, who stood there dumbfounded, and smiled. "This is a decent magic treasure."

After catching the fan, Tong Li looked at Li Zhōujūn solemnly. "As expected, one's reputation is never unearned."

With that, Tong Li