Outside Shangjing Prefecture.
The mountain wind abruptly stilled.
Facing the force of Jiang Ning shattering the Shackles of Bitter Space with a single step, the Grey-robed Old Man withdrew and retreated, his speed swift as flowing light, yet he did not stir the slightest ripple.
Uniting the four directions of heaven and earth and forging the foundation of a Four Directions Grandmaster had given him extraordinary comprehension of space.
With this aspect empowering him, Movement Technique was his strong suit.
But at that moment, though the Grey-robed Old Man was fast, Jiang Ning was faster still.
He stepped out several times, Ground Shrinking to an Inch, and arrived before the old man in an instant.
Looking at the Grey-robed Old Man before him, Jiang Ning sent his right fist forward without the slightest flourish.
One punch. It looked simple, yet it condensed vast Divine Power like mountains and seas.
Before the edge of his fist arrived, the air before the old man was already bursting with explosions as if unable to bear the burden, as though space itself were about to be torn apart by this pure physical strength.
A trace of horror flashed through the Grey-robed Old Man's eyes.
He knew full well that his physical body was absolutely not his strength. Old and frail, his Blood Qi declined, his flesh long since lacking the strength it had in his youth. Let alone that after becoming a Heavenly Human Grandmaster, the True Intent he had comprehended was the union of the four directions of heaven and earth.
Facing Jiang Ning's punch, he absolutely did not dare to take it head-on. In his haste, he could only activate the power of space again, his figure flashing sideways like an illusion in water as he tried to pull open the distance.