Fu Yang stared at the scene of Jiang Ping An fighting, unable to hide the shock in her beautiful eyes.
What shocked her was not how formidable Jiang Ping An himself was.
She had lived for countless years and seen many outstanding geniuses. She herself had once been a genius.
What truly astonished her was that Jiang Ping An had clearly received no guidance from a master and had clearly learned no powerful secret arts, yet he had still achieved so much.
No one in the Holy Land had been willing to accept Jiang Ping An as a disciple. Aside from his dissipating fortune, it was also because his talent was not particularly outstanding, and because he cultivated the Original Rules.
The path of the Original Rules could truly be called a dead end. Very few people could achieve anything on this road.
Yet Jiang Ping An had known full well that it was a dead end, and still stubbornly, obstinately continued down it.
But unexpectedly, he had actually attained a certain level of achievement.
At least at his current realm, his accomplishments were extremely high.
If she had not wished to become entangled in his karma, Fu Yang would even have wanted to learn how he had done it.
"He is fighting so crazily. The Primordial Qi and physical strength in his body certainly will not last long."
Fu Yang inwardly hoped that the gods would exhaust Jiang Ping An's divine power and defeat him in this round.
When other challengers took on challenges, they would do everything possible to conserve divine power and stamina, allowing themselves to sustain intense combat.
But Jiang Ping An had no intention of conserving his stamina or Primordial Qi.
Facing the siege of hundreds of Lord Gods at the same realm, such high-intensity