"Rumble!"
Another earth-shaking collision erupted.
Li Ao was jolted until his blood and qi roiled, and his body involuntarily staggered several steps backward.
With every step he took, the mountain rocks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, leaving behind deep footprints.
"Pfft!"
Li Ao's throat turned sweet. The injuries he had forcibly suppressed were finally becoming uncontrollable, and a mouthful of blood nearly sprayed out.
He glared fixedly at Yang Lingtian, the shock and unwillingness in his eyes almost becoming tangible.
"How is this possible? How could you be this strong?!"
Li Ao couldn't understand it, nor could he accept it.
He was the Holy Son of the Xuanba Sword Sect, the cream of the sect's younger generation, a true peerless heaven's pride.
With a cultivation base in the Late Saint God Realm, he was strong enough to look down on his peers. Even killing a Saint God Realm Peak expert while crossing realms was no difficult feat for him.
Yet now, he had actually been forced into such a predicament by an unknown Rogue Cultivator, a mere ant in the Mid Saint God Realm.
This was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered.
Yang Lingtian still said nothing. He merely looked at him calmly.
That gaze was indifferent and profound, as still as an ancient well, yet also as vast as the starry sky.
The calmer Yang Lingtian was, the more fiercely the rage in Li Ao's heart burned.
He felt like a clown putting on an energetic performance before the other man, only to receive not the slightest response.
"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!"
Li Ao had completely lost his reason. The aura around him grew even more chaotic and violent.
He began recklessly circulating the divine power within his body, causing the flames on the