Actively Forcing

"Master Foolish Monk?" Hearing Yan Chixia address him that way, Nangong Chong couldn't help standing up too.

This was one of the three Great Grandmasters in the world, one of the most supreme experts, an existence almost on the level of Gods and Devils—the dream of every martial artist!

With a single step, the gray-robed Old Monk appeared at the entrance to the hall. His eyes remained fixed on Meng Qi. Silver snakes danced through the sky, illuminating Lanruo Temple and the nearby woods. The howling Yin Wind fell completely silent, and the gloomy, icy atmosphere filling the temple was swept away, replaced by the virile force of thunder and the purity of glazed crystal.

Under a clash of this level, what Granny, what wandering ghosts—there was simply no place for them!

He hadn't struck, displayed a domain, or drawn on the power of heaven and earth. Just the pull of their Auras, the way they stirred each other, had created such a godlike might? Not only Nangong Chong and Du Qingqing, but even Yan Chixia couldn't stay calm. They were shocked and bewildered!

Was this the power of a Great Grandmaster?

And who was this blue-robed man, whose Aura could clash with Foolish Monk's without falling behind, despite the frost-white temples he ought to have had? The mysterious Black Mountain Old Demon? A newly ascended Great Grandmaster? Yan Chixia glanced back, regarding Meng Qi with surprise and wariness.

Nangong Chong was even more dumbfounded. He "knew" that the somewhat weathered blue-robed man from the Azure Heaven Sect was immensely powerful, beyond the reach of ordinary Grandmasters. But he hadn't known he was this strong—strong enough to face "Foolish Monk," one of the three Great Grandmasters, without showing the slightest sign of weakness!

"Amitabha Buddha. You disappeared for many years,