The tremendous force from the Great Halberd in the young man's hands sent the old man flying backward. He smashed a huge hole in the thick cliff wall of Secluded Valley before he barely steadied himself.
"What strength! Kid, what kind of monster are you?"
Ever since the old man had changed his body into one resembling a true Demon-Turtle Xuangui, he could no longer remember the last time he had lost a contest of strength to a Human Race martial artist.
Yet even with Turtle Shell on his back, he could clearly feel the flesh there mangled by the young man's blow. He was stunned.
"Or have those Demon-People from the Extreme Demon Dao or the Ascension Dao reached this level already?"
As though something had occurred to him, the old man's pupils contracted sharply, disbelief filling his eyes.
Hearing the old man muttering to himself, Luo Yi could not help interrupting. "Old bastard, what are you mumbling about over there?"
"I'm pure Human Race, not one of those Demon-People from the two sects you mentioned."
"Kid, you're lying. Don't think you can fool these old eyes."
As though he had spotted a flaw, the old man ignored the young man's words and went on talking to himself.
"If you haven't fused demonic organs into your body, how could you unleash such terrifying strength with your flesh alone?"
"Do you really think cultivating this sacred art has addled my brain?"
At the same time that Luo Yi was listening to the old man's muttering,
At the Great Yan Dynasty's encampment in Frostlight Province, tension filled the central command tent. Figures sat throughout it.
The auras around them were restrained and subdued, making their exact realms impossible to discern.
But anyone permitted inside the command tent of the Great