Feng Tianzheng knew his own strength better than anyone.
At the Mid Divine Sect Realm, he was considered a formidable figure throughout the entire Northern Peace Continent.
The Zhan Tian Sect's signature art, the "Zhan Tian Divine Palm," was a trump card he had immersed himself in for tens of thousands of years.
With a single palm strike, he had few opponents among those of the same realm.
Yet today, this palm strike he was so proud of
had actually been forcibly caught by a little girl who appeared to be only at the Saint God Realm Peak.
Although the other party appeared more seriously injured than he was, looking as though she might collapse at any moment,
she had nevertheless caught it. With the cultivation of the Saint God Realm Peak, she had clashed head-on with someone at the Mid Divine Sect Realm and ultimately suffered only severe injuries before losing.
What did that mean? A monster!
No, even calling her a monster seemed pale and powerless.
She was simply a freak—a monster wearing the skin of an unparalleled beauty!
"Cough... cough, cough..." Feng Tianzheng forcibly suppressed his roiling qi and blood.
His pair of old eyes locked firmly onto "Yang Lingling." The killing intent that had filled them earlier was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, they erupted with indescribable fervor and excitement.
He had found her. Perhaps this was her.
The person that lord was looking for was very likely her.
She carried tremendous fortune and possessed peerless talent.
Those eight words seemed tailor-made for the woman before him!
To unleash such terrifying combat power at the Saint God Realm Peak was no longer something talent alone could explain.
She definitely carried some kind of heaven-defying fortune, or possessed some unimaginably powerful bloodline.
He had struck it rich.