If one could quickly pass through the first two levels, that only proved their foundation was solid.
But to charge through the third level at such a crushing speed was no longer something that could be described as "not bad."
This was a "heavenly prodigy"—a true freak with top-tier combat power!
"Who exactly is this person? When did Central Continent produce someone like him?"
"Could he be the heir of some hidden ancient clan, out gaining experience?"
Countless gazes converged on the light gate Yang Lingtian had entered earlier, filled with shock and speculation.
The young man in resplendent clothes had already turned pale, then flushed.
His face burned with pain, as though someone had viciously slapped him.
And earlier, he had even said that the other man came from some backwater place and had never seen the world.
But now it seemed that the true clown was himself.
Inside the tower, on the fourth level, Yang Lingtian looked around.
The space here was even broader than that of the first three levels, and the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi in the void was denser and more viscous.
Wave after wave of heavy pressure swept in from all directions.
Before him, light and shadow twisted, and eight figures slowly condensed into existence.
Their auras were a level stronger than those of the phantoms on the third level.
Furthermore, the gazes of these eight phantoms were no longer hollow and numb.
Instead, they carried a trace of cold, tangible killing intent.
Each held a weapon condensed from laws.
Two held long blades, two held divine swords, another two held battle halberds, and the final two held treasured pagodas.
Blade Qi was sharp, Sword Intent soared into the heavens, halberd light cleaved the sky, and pagodas suppressed the universe.
Eight entirely different