Dazzling silver-white radiance tore across the heavens and fell straight down like a plunging dragon.
—Where the spear pointed, the Thunder Dragon descended.
As it fell, the dragon's head opened its pitch-black maw and swallowed the tower-like fist force Shui Hetong had thrown.
Then it crashed down upon the mountain where Puyin Temple stood.
A thunderous boom exploded at once, rumbling across the land in every direction.
That mountaintop visibly shattered and caved in, a crater continuously expanding amid the tremors.
Rocks flew wildly, kicking up a thousand layers of mud and sand that mixed with rainwater and fell upon the nearby peaks.
Crackling impacts rang without end.
A moment later.
The sounds gradually faded, and the mud, sand, and shattered stones slowly settled.
A massive crater, dozens of zhang deep and more than a hundred zhang long, emerged like a deep valley embedded amid the forested mountains.
Yet not a blade of grass grew within that valley. It was utterly empty.
Only Shui Hetong stood silently at the bottom of the crater.
He still maintained the posture of his earlier punch. His tattered clothes had turned to nothing, leaving his upper body bare, with only a pair of silk under-trousers remaining.
That face was still as handsome as a demon, but it no longer carried its former soaring majesty.
A faintly bitter smile could be seen.
"Two paths at Perfection, several more at Mastery... How could someone possess such terrifying talent for the Martial Path...?"
Shui Hetong could not help feeling bitter.
Since becoming White Immortal's disciple, he had cultivated bitterly day and night, never once slackening.
He was not the only one who worked so hard. His fellow Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, Senior Sisters, and Junior Sisters did the same.
Yet among them, the strongest had merely broken